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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 68
Next Round
Gray left out a sigh after the tense confrontation between Orga and Laxus. "Well, let's all honor boundaries from now on, okay?" He looked down to Natsu, who still sat on the floor by his feet like a cat. "How about we play a little fetch? Fetch me a drink and another one of those hamburger sliders. Use only your mouth, and I want you to crawl. Don't spill or you're paying for the carpet cleaning bill."
Natsu crawled over and got the drink. Bob decided to fix a mojito, so at least if it spilled, there would be no stain. Natsu managed to carry the glass back in his mouth with surprising ease, considering it was sweaty and sloshing liquid. The plate of food was harder; he had to set it down and nudge the tiny hamburger back into the center many times, then pick the plate up with his mouth and crawl a little closer to Gray.
"Fetch! How original," Orga mocked. "He's obviously well-trained, so why bother? This is supposed to be about challenging your sub, not making them do stuff they do all the time anyway. It'd be like if I asked my toy to suck my cock. Of course he'd do it."
Gray finally took the plate. "Actually, my pet is a cat, and fetch is something new for us. Cats don't fetch, after all."
"If he's a cat, order him to lick his own ass. At least that would be entertaining."
Gray rolled his eyes. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a little candy box, and shook out a few sweets. "Here, have some treats. Good pet."
Natsu meowed happily and purred.
"Okay, our turn," said Sting. "Rogue, how about you—"
"DJ, Right Said Fred."
"Hell yeah," Hibiki chuckled, and he clicked a few things to bring up the song.
"Oh God, no," Sting moaned. "It's supposed to be my turn."
"You know I take the opportunity if you're not quick enough. Now come on. You know what to do," Rogue said with a smug glint in his eyes. "Just like in Texas."
"We almost died in Texas!"
"It was sexy."
"You still have a scar on your face from that."
Rogue gave him a hard, commanding look. "Do it!"
Sting shook his head, but he still got up, singing, "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts."
"Strip it off. You know the routine."
Rolling his eyes, Sting pulled off his shirt and swung it away.
Gray leaped up, laughing at any chance to dance again. "Here, I'll join ya. Come on, both of us!" He began to dance right next to Sting and bumped into him hard. "Get a little hip movement there," he encouraged.
With Gray there to urge him on, Sting lost his hesitation. He saw Rogue with a laughing smile, something he rarely showed, but always did when it was Sting being silly. So he hammed it up, being outrageously provocative.
He leaned into Rogue's face and sang along. "I'm too sexy for your body, too sexy for your body." Rogue laughed and allowed Sting to caress down his chest and slip his hands inside of his shirt. However, that was all Sting would give him, a tease, before pulling away like he was too good for a body like that. That coyness made Rogue hunger him more.
Then both Gray and Sting sang together, "I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah, on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk."
Natsu burst out in laughter, and Freed covered his mouth as he giggled. Orga wanted to complain, but he had to laugh. Rufus smiled privately, sneaking glances up and hoping Orga did not ask him to dance too.
"This is fun," Gray said, really getting into the pop beat.
Sting was shaking his ass right in Rogue's face, singing to him at times, showing off flamboyantly, while Rogue's eyes devoured the sight.
On the line "I shake my little tush on the catwalk," Sting turned and waved his ass right in front of Rogue.
"Shake it!" he said, and gave Rogue a firm groping.
Off to the side, Hibiki was bopping his head, one hand on his headphones to hear better. Virgo watched primly, but a tiny smile sometimes sneaked out. By the drinks, Bob was doing a dance of his own, stepping side to side, sometimes throwing in a little Batusi or doing the Swim, totally out of character for a song from the 90s.
At the line, "I'm too sexy for my cat, too sexy for my cat, poor pussy, poor pussy cat," Gray turned to Natsu and stroked a finger under his chin, petting him just like a kitty while singing to him. Natsu's meow in reply was filled with lust as he watched Gray dancing.
By the time the music ended, the tension from earlier was gone. They were all laughing at the too sexy song and the two sexy men dancing to it. Sting flopped beside Rogue, who looked more than pleased by the performance, and he slid his hand up Sting's thigh, only to get a soft admonishment, his fingers pushed back down to appropriate levels.
"You guys are insane," Orga said, but he was grinning widely. "Our turn now, huh? Let's keep the lighthearted fun going. Hey Laxus! How much of Freed is off limits?"
"All of him," Laxus said immediately.
"Seriously. Like, if I ask Rufus to brush his hair, is that okay? I can say from experience, Rufus is great with a hairbrush, very gentle."
Laxus' eyes narrowed. "I … guess that's okay."
"What about painting his nails?"
"Hell no, I hate the smell of nail polish."
"Okay, what about something enjoyable for Freed? Say, a foot massage?"
Laxus rolled his eyes. "Sure, he can rub Freed's feet."
"How about kiss his hand?"
"Aren't you a fuckin' romantic," Laxus said wryly. "Why not have him kiss his feet while you're at it?"
"Deal! Rufus," he said swiftly before Laxus had a chance to protest. "A foot massage for our dear host. Give his toes a kiss after you're done."
"Hey!" Laxus shouted.
"You gave permission," Orga said with a devious smile.
"It's okay," Freed said, placing a calming hand on Laxus' arm. "I might like a foot massage before all the walking on our trip."
"Exactly," Orga said deviously. "Make sure his feet feel good before you walk all over Europe. Go on."
Laxus slouched back, realizing Orga had tricked him. Still, he knew Freed liked foot massages, and this was really mild, compared to what he had thought Orga might try.
Rufus crawled over and sat in front of Freed with his head submissively down. "If you will accept this toy from my master, I will do my best to please you."
Freed flinched, feeling a shift in mentality that he did not like. If he had been fully dressed, he might have liked to have lorded over Rufus whilst watching his act like a servant. Instead, wearing the harness with the wings, he felt the idea of a slave like him having a servant was … wrong!
Still, he held his foot out. He could get a massage out of this, at least. Rufus smiled in relief, cradled Freed's foot in both of his hands, and began to dig his thumbs in, massaging up the arch to the toes.
"Oh … oh, that feels good," Freed had to admit, feeling his whole body melt.
Sting shoved himself up from the chair. "I'm getting a drink. No offense, but foot stuff creeps me out."
Rufus did not speak, keeping his eyes focused on Freed's toes, evoking hums and soft noises of pleasure from him, smiling at each little sound.
"How is it, doll?" Orga called over. "You may speak freely."
"I could do this better with lotion," Rufus replied, his voice slightly curt despite the submissive body language.
Orga had a devious smile. "Use something else, then."
Rufus hesitated, but then he leaned over and placed his lips on Freed's foot. Laxus stiffened up and began to yell "Hey!"
"You said he could," Orga shouted out. "You said he could kiss his feet."
"I was being sarcastic."
"Not good when you're setting up boundaries," he said with a jaunty smirk.
"Fuck you."
"It's fine," Freed said to end their feud. "It's just my feet."
"Exactly," Orga said with a smirk. "Kissing your feet is probably really nice, right? You two were rivals. I bet the chance to humiliated him is … pleasurable."
Laxus sneered, but he held back. As Freed watched, he realized Rufus' eyes were closed, and his mouth shuddered as his lips peppered over each toe.
Orga chuckled as he watched. "Maybe I should've warned you. Rufus has a foot fetish."
Laxus' fist began to tighten. "What?" he sneered softly.
Orga gave a mock-humble shrug. "This isn't really a test of obedience, since he loves it so much. Shoes are especially a weakness, but he does love toes. When I'm feeling generous, I give him a foot job."
Rufus moaned quietly as he thought about that special splurge, and Freed felt the hot air on the sole of his foot. It made him shiver slightly. A foot fetish? That made this massage something a lot more than Freed had anticipated, and yet still…
Still, he did not stop Rufus. He watched him a little closer, spotting the haziness in his eyes, the flush to his cheeks, and between his legs…
"These two have a history together," Orga went on, "so I wanted to see how well my toy could behave. Attending to a generous host, but also being asked to do his biggest kink. It must be torturing those two sides of his brain: the elite gentleman, and the kinky little bitch."
Secretively, Rufus' tongue slipped out and licked the bottom of Freed's foot. Freed pulled back sharply, and Laxus grabbed his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine, fine, just … tickled."
Laxus growled, "What did he do?"
Freed gulped. If he admitted that Rufus had just licked him, Laxus might get mad and cause a scene.
"It was just a ticklish spot. Don't worry," he told Laxus, but he felt his cheeks growing hot. Freed had to admit, he was having fun with this. He eased his foot back to Rufus, who looked ready to melt at being allowed to continue.
Rufus rubbed over where he had licked, and he smiled as he felt the bit of wetness still there. He spread it around the sole of the foot, but the toes … those toes were so perfect. Rufus thought Freed really was perfect in every way, even the adorably small toes, no calluses, nails trimmed, surely he must have had a recent pedicure to look so perfect. Rufus sighed, memorizing the shape of Freed's foot. This would be something to fantasize over later. Not now.
Well, maybe a little now.
He was not even thinking. His mouth moved naturally, his lips wrapped around the big toe, and he heard a gasp.
Yes, perfection…
A hand grabbed his hair, and Rufus cried out as he was ripped away from perfection.
"What the fuck do you think you're doing?"
Orga rushed forward and pulled Rufus safely away from Laxus. "You said he could kiss his feet."
"Not fuckin' get hard sucking his toes." Laxus sneered, really not wanting to see Rufus with an arousal caused by Freed. It disgusted him. However, when he looked back to check on Freed, he saw he had pulled his legs up and was hiding himself. "What … wait, did you get turned on by that?"
"I'm sorry, master," he cried out in shame, trying to shield the cock cage so no one could see.
"How did you get fuckin' erect? I give you foot rubs and kiss your toes. You never once showed any hint at a foot fetish."
"I … I didn't think I had one," he said in frustration.
"What, so you don't with me but you do with him?" he screamed.
"Whoa, calm down," Gray warned.
"No, I'm mad." He glared down at Freed. "I know how to get rid of your erection."
Freed gasped and looked up in horror. "No!"
"It's our turn, and I'm gonna punish you right here, in front of everyone. Your order is this: that chair you were sitting on for the lap dance, bring it into the middle of the room, place your hands on the seat, and lean over. Stay there until I say you can move."
Laxus then stormed off to the bedroom. Freed gulped thickly past the white collar. He slowly stood up, flinching in pain as the erection made the base ring of his cage tug on his balls. To help him out, Natsu got the chair and brought it over to him.
"Are you gonna be okay?"
He nodded, and whispered, "I know how to end it."
"Right," he sighed, glad to hear that, although he should have known a couple as deeply into BDSM as Laxus and Freed would have safewords and limits set up.
Freed placed his hands on the seat and leaned over, his ass sticking out, the wings spread wide: an angel about to be punished by a god.
Laxus came back out with a paddle. Freed glanced behind his shoulder as saw the dark leather with letters M-I-N-E carved out. He gasped as memories flooded his mind.
Strapped to a spreader table, blindfolded, a ball gag, saliva drooling, his ass already on fire from multiple hits, his cock hanging heavily with the weight of the gold cage, the wings drooping to the sides of his trembling, immobilized limbs.
"This one needs extra force if you want to leave an imprint. Greenie, this will be the hardest. It says … mine."
Mine! Being claimed. In front of a whole crowd. His!
Then pain. Blinding pain. A scream, his fingers trying to snap but shaking hard from the agony. Just as he panicked that his mind was too far gone to remember the safeword, a cool hand soothed his skin.
"Good. Very good. That's all. Nothing else, I promise."
Release, and collapse. Arms grabbed him.
"Oh, you're far gone, aren't you?"
So far gone! The arms brought him to the edge of an abyss with whispers beyond in the blind darkness.
"Take a good look, everyone. This one is off-limits. Mine!"
His. All his.
Freed trembled as he remembered it so clearly. Laxus had asked—no, begged, Freed to let him paddle him in public again one day, and he had eagerly wanted to. It had sent him so deep into subspace, he felt the effects for days.
"I remember that paddle," Rufus whispered. "I bought one right after the show."
Sting tilted his head at it. "Why is MINE written in reverse?"
Gray explained, "It's an impression paddle. Spank your partner hard enough with that, it'll leave the impression of the word on the other person's body."
Rogue looked over to Sting. "You know, like brass knuckles that say bitch in reverse, so when you punch someone, they have a bloody red bruise of the word on their cheek."
"Ooh," he said in understanding.
Laxus looked around at the rest. "If any of you don't like impact play, close your eyes."
"Actually," said Rogue, "I'm getting turned on by all this."
Sting looked over in shock. "Rogue!"
"What? I am."
Laxus walked up to Freed. His eyes were cold, and Freed wanted to cry. If Laxus had just wanted to spank him with the paddle, he might have liked it, but as punishment, he wished he wouldn't. He was torn between wanting it and feeling sad at making Laxus feel like he needed it.
However, Laxus laid a hand on Freed's head, and it was surprisingly gentle. "We have an eight-hour flight, so I won't hit you as hard as I did in the club. Is that all right?"
He sank a little in relief. He really was fearing the intense pain from that fetish demonstration, but of course Laxus was taking into account what was best for Freed. "If it pleases you, master."
"You better make it please me." He pulled out an eye mask from his back pocket and pulled it around Freed's head, blinding him. "This helped you last time."
He gasped, but he was very much relieved that he would not have to watch others as he was pleasured. Then Laxus' hand drifted from his head, down his spine, and to his ass, massaging it, preparing him.
"Do you know why you're being punished, slave?"
He gulped, feeling sinful as he had to confess to it. "I … got erect without permission, master."
"That's right."
He heard the whistle of the paddle through the air a second before the leather slapped his ass. Freed let out a cry. It had not been hard, but it had been fast, stinging, biting into his flesh like nails and teeth.
"Who does your cock belong to?"
He gritted his teeth against the pain. "Y-You, master."
There was another strike, not as hard, but burning as it landed in the same spot. Freed yelled, but he heard the erotic overtones in his own throat.
"Who is the only person allowed to pleasure your cock?"
"You, master!" he screamed.
A third strike made Freed almost collapse to the ground.
"That's right. Me. Only me. Not some snotty little bitch boy, not a roomful of kinksters, not even your own hand unless I give you permission. Only me."
Then Laxus leaned over, and Freed felt teeth bite right into the burning hot sting of his buttocks. He howled in agony and sank to the floor.
"Écriture. Écriture." He sobbed and rolled so that his ass was not on the ground. "Écriture."
"I'm sorry," he said, pulling Freed up into his arms. "Shit, I keep forgetting how soft I have to swing it with you. I'm sorry."
"N-No … it wasn't too hard." He trembled in Laxus' arms but managed a faint laugh as the tingle sparkled across his nerves. "Just … been a while." It had been months since Laxus had paddled him, and not like that since the demonstration show. Freed curled into him now and whispered, "Carry me to the couch."
"Of course." He lifted Freed up into his arms and returned to their couch. "Gotta admit, though. It kills your boner every time."
Freed chuckled and snuggled in closer. "Yeah, it does."
"Wait, pain makes him less aroused?" Orga asked in confusion. "Fuck, I'm getting hard, and I'm just watching it."
Laxus took a seat with Freed still in his arms, letting him curl up into him as he angled to have his butt between his thighs, to not put pressure on the sore parts. "Freed isn't a pain whore. He enjoys humiliation, and if that means a little punishment, it's okay, but when he experiences actual pain, he reacts in a mundane way: his erection withers. So I rile him up with humiliation, then calm him back down with pain."
Rogue chuckled lewdly. "Sounds like you could keep him going indefinitely that way."
Laxus tipped up Freed's chin. "What's our record?"
Freed hummed drowsily. Under normal circumstances, he might have refused to tell them anything about their personal life, but now it was like bragging about how amazing Laxus was. "Without coming," he muttered, "four hours. Allowing me to come…" A smile melted onto his face as he purred, "Two days!"
Natsu's mouth dropped. "Wait, two days, nonstop?"
"Well," Laxus admitted, "we did sleep, but he went right back into his collar and muzzle as soon as he made me breakfast."
"Damn!" Natsu whispered, truly respecting Freed's stamina.
Orga shook his head. "Doesn't count as sex if you just strap a collar on him and whack his butt a few times."
Laxus stroked his fingers through Freed's hair. "How many times did I come in your ass during those two days?"
He hummed, blissfully returning to memories of wild sensuality. "Many. So many. Bred me."
"Heh … that's right," Laxus whispered, caressing his sleepy face. "I bred my bitch over and over."
"With a butt plug to hold it all in," Freed said dreamily.
"You ass was all filled with my cum, wasn't it? What's our record? How many times have I made you come in one night?"
"Six."
"Wait, I thought it was seven."
"Six and then again in the morning."
"Oh yeah, right, you passed out," Laxus muttered, recalling the day he returned from Greece, promising to make Freed come seven times, but ended up only managing six, and just barely before they both needed sleep. Freed chuckled to himself, and Laxus gazed at his blushing cheek. "What are you laughing about?"
Freed had a weary but smug smile. "I topped for the seventh."
Laxus barked out a laugh. "That's right, you did. I've still got the video tape."
"Video?" Sting cried out. "Why did I never think about doing that?"
"Makes good porn," Laxus told him.
"Ya know what would make good porn?" said Orga. "Freed giving my toy a foot job."
"Fuck you," Laxus growled in annoyance. This guy seriously never stopped trying.
Orga leaned back and lamented, "I wish sex was allowed in this game. I'd love to have Rufus suck me for all of you to watch, or let him be used by all of you in turns. I really get off watching other people fuck him, and it would especially amuse me to see him get fucked by Freed."
Laxus clutched Freed to his chest. "That is definitely off limits."
Freed glanced over to Rufus, sitting silently and obediently at Orga's feet. A master who liked to watch his slave be used! Freed almost felt sorry for Rufus, but he figured he must actually like to be used in that way. Maybe that was his kink, to have his master watch and order him, humiliate him by setting him up with other men. Freed knew he could never do that, but … to each their own.
"Is Freed okay?" Gray asked in concern. "Need anything?"
Laxus looked down at Freed. He really did need something to balance him out, and chocolate was the best way to prevent sub-drop. "There's a snack size bag of M&M's in the kitchen in a glass bowl. He could probably use them."
Bob shouted out, "I see them. No, Virgo, stay there, don't dirty your gloves." He set off to bring a small packet with a mere handful of chocolates inside. Laxus fed them to Freed one at a time.
"Okay, pet," Gray said to Natsu. "Compared to these two, you are way too overdressed."
"Only because you're practically naked already," Natsu shot back.
"Precisely. A kitty shouldn't wear more clothes than its owner."
Natsu glanced around, his eyes narrow. Gray saw the scowl, not wanting to say no and thus lose the contest, but definitely not comfortable.
"Then again," Gray added casually, "if these men saw your monster dick, they might be tempted to steal you away from me. You can keep your underwear on."
Natsu instantly choked up, and his cheeks went bright pink. Nervously, he whispered "I'm … n-not…"
"Meow louder, pet!"
Natsu's eyes slammed down as the pink reached his ears, and he blurted out, "I'm not wearing underwear!"
Gray raised an eyebrow. "I see. Well, you can tie your scarf around your middle. I'm not sure it's big enough to hide everything, but it should at least provide some warmth to your little dragon." He rubbed his hand up and down Natsu's arm. "You don't have to, but you would lose."
"That's blackmail."
"It's following the rules of the game." He looked earnestly at Natsu. "You don't have to follow orders. You hold all the power, but that's also the power to win or lose this game. It's okay if you say no."
Natsu sighed, but he felt calmer hearing that little reassurance that he was the one in control. With a firm jaw, he began to undress.
Gray leaned back to watch and told the rest, "Oh, and please hoot for him."
"What?" Natsu shouted.
Orga wasted no time, letting out a piercing cat call. Sting laughed at the chance to go wild and began to hoot and chant "Take it off, take it off!" Rogue gave a teasing stripping beat. Then, over by the speakers, Hibiki started up The Stripper. Laxus just shook his head, and Freed looked embarrassed on behalf of Natsu. Natsu stayed turned to Gray as his clothes came off, but as he prepared to lower his trousers, his eyes focused on his boyfriend, silently pleading.
Gray tugged the white scarf off Natsu's neck, and Freed saw Natsu had a dark scar on the side of his throat. He wondered how the President's brother got such a horrific wound. Gray pulled the scarf around, and once it hid Natsu's butt, the clothes dropped down his legs. Just then, Gray also lowered the scarf.
"Whoopsy," Gray said with a playful smile.
"Sexy ass!" Orga shouted. "Turn around, turn around!"
"You bastard," Natsu growled. He yanked the scarf out of Gray's hands and tied it around his middle, carefully making sure it covered. However, he whimpered as he looked down.
"Yeah, I figured," Gray muttered, looking down as well. "You'll just have to keep it tucked."
Freed's mouth dropped. "Wait, is he that long?"
Gray chuckled smugly. "Ooh yeah! This guy's dick is phenomenal." He suddenly spun Natsu around.
"Gray!" he shrieked, and Natsu's hands went down to cover himself.
However, they all saw the head of his penis hanging down below the line of the scarf. Sting's mouth dropped in astonishment, Orga had a predatory smile, Rufus looked scared and dropped his gaze before his master thought he was aroused by that brief view, and Freed also tried to pretend he had not seen anything.
"Meh!" grumbled Laxus. "Mine's bigger."
Freed swung his head over, horrified that he had admitted that. It was true, but still!
"Oh yeah?" shouted Natsu.
Laxus beckoned him forward. "Drop the scarf and come at me, Pinkie."
"Laxus!" Freed warned.
He slouched back against the couch. "Whatever."
"Our turn," Sting said excitedly. "This time, it really is my turn to order you around."
Rogue shrugged. "Fair enough."
"Since you said it's like Truth or Dare, I knew right away what I would have as my Dare." He smirked and leaned back in his chair, looking regal as he gazed at Rogue. "Kiss Gray."
Natsu looked up from trying to tug at his scarf. "Hell no!"
"I'm up for it," Gray answered for himself, looking amused. Natsu gave him sad eyes, but Gray ignored them.
Rogue shook his head. "Shit. Kissing someone? What are you, twelve?"
Sting still smiled smugly as he commanded, "Do it."
Although he looked annoyed, when Rogue turned to Gray, he hesitated, and a gulp got stuck in his throat.
"Can't kiss someone?" Sting goaded.
"Shut up!" Rogue walked over to Gray and sat beside him. Natsu glared up at him, looking like a cat about to attack a mouse. Rogue shifted himself to face Gray, but he still could not lean in.
Gray saw the worry in his eyes. "Hey, if you don't want to—"
"I won't lose," he insisted. Still, he seemed to be battling something deep inside.
"I say he loses," said Orga. "He's not following orders. He's stalling."
Sting stood up and walked over to Rogue, kneeling beside him and taking his hand. "I'm sorry. That really was a mean thing for me to ask of you."
Rogue hissed through a clenched jaw, "You know my issues."
"I know, and I assumed … I'm sorry," he sighed. Sting looked around to the others. "We forfeit."
"No!" Rogue growled as he looked at the dark-haired man. "Gray, are you romantically attracted to me?"
He arched an eyebrow. "Uh … no?"
"Good." Then Rogue pounced in, kissing him roughly and catching Gray off-guard.
Sting fell backwards onto his butt in shock and covered his mouth as seeing this made his whole body surge with desire. "Holy shit!"
Orga laughed, glad to see some action. "Come on, I wanna see tongue."
Rogue plunged his tongue in and fiercely dominated Gray's mouth. Gray allowed the kiss to deepen and seemed to be enjoying it, humming. Then Rogue's hand grabbed Gray's shoulder, and his fingernails clawed in sharply.
"Whoa, not okay," Sting shouted.
Before Sting could move in, Natsu leaped forward and punched Rogue across the face, sending him flying to the ground. Natsu hunched fiercely in front of Gray, snarling with his teeth bare.
"No one scratches my owner but me!" he screamed jealously.
Sting pulled Rogue back before Natsu could leap at him like a territorial cat. "Sheesh, that's gonna swell," he sighed, seeing the redness from Natsu's fist. "Seriously, Rogue. If you scratch someone, that's sexual."
"You wanted me to kiss him," Rogue growled, his lungs heaving with emotions.
"I thought it'd mean nothing! Shit, you're aromantic. A kiss is supposed to mean nothing."
"No, it means I'm sexually attracted, and he's a hot guy who you want me to kiss. What the hell am I supposed to do with an order like that?"
Sting stomped his foot in frustration, but then he suddenly threw both arms around Rogue. "I'm sorry. Shit, I told you before, if I misunderstand what being aro means, you gotta tell me. I can't read your mind, dammit."
"Don't ask me to express affection toward others. I told you, there is no in between for me. They're either friends or they're fuck-buddies. I … I'm not able to kiss someone and have it not mean anything. Maybe some aros are, but not me."
Sting stroked his back comfortingly. "I'm sorry."
Rogue sighed and sank into his arms. "We still have a way to go."
"Yeah, we do, but I'm willing to ride that road for as long as you'll have me by your side."
Rogue smiled and rested their foreheads together. "Best damn riding partner I've ever had."
"I hope you mean that both on bikes and in bed."
"Hell yeah."
Gray was petting Natsu to calm him down. "You're aromantic? Is that why kissing was an issue?"
Sting explained, "He has a hard time kissing. We compromised: I let him take my ass from time to time, he lets me kiss and cuddle him."
Natsu frowned. "But, you're not in love?"
Rogue squeezed Sting's hand. "I love him as my best friend and my partner. I trust him with my life." He glanced over to Sting with a smile. "And I want that to continue for the rest of my life."
Sting blushed and nodded. "What he means is, we have our own form of love that works for us. It's not roses and fancy dinners. It's being awesome friends and awesome in bed."
Orga shrugged. "Sounds ideal, to be honest. So hey, Rogue, are you okay with sexual stuff?"
His eyes narrowed in suspicion. "Why?"
"I'm curious. Hell, maybe I'm aromantic. I tend to think people are either trash, or they exist to suck my dick. So, do you prefer sexual pleasure from people you don't know?"
"Generally, or someone I know won't pressure me into dating."
"Wait, you're not dating?" Natsu cried out in astonishment.
"We're partners, we're best friends, we live together and hang out together. What's dating?" Rogue asked back to him. "It's doing all that, but expecting romance. I can't feel amorous. I either wanna hang out, or I wanna fuck. I happen to want to do both with Sting."
"What about now?" Orga pushed. "If I asked my toy here," he said, grabbing Rufus' hair and pulling him over, "to give your cock a lick, would you freak out like you did with kissing?"
Rogue's eyes narrowed harder. "It wouldn't cause me to panic, but something like that would be up to my partner."
"All of you," Orga said, smiling around at the group. "One thing my toy really loves is repetition. It's called polyiterophilia, same sexual act done by many people in a row. I was thinking about making him kiss, but I wouldn't wanna stop Rogue if he starts to claw up my toy. So how about a simple cock lick?"
Laxus grumbled, "Ain't nothing simple about licking a cock."
Rogue looked to Sting, who shrugged. "I got hella turned on just watching you kiss," the blond admitted. "I might like this too."
"I'm game," said Gray.
Natsu hissed like an actual cat. "What? No!"
"It's just a lick. You've licked other pets before."
Natsu blushed and hid down. "Only above the waist."
Laxus said with a stern voice, "Freed's cock is off limits."
"What about yours?" Orga asked with a smirk.
Laxus looked over to Freed, who had a stern scowl, showing he was against this.
Orga taunted, "Do you take orders from your sub, or are you the dom?"
Laxus snapped at him, "My slave has limits that I don't push."
"Are you afraid my toy might sexually excite you?" Orga asked, goading him on, and Laxus sneered as he realized that it was working. "I thought you were a man who could grind into a thousand laps and not get aroused? What happened to that stoic man, the guy who was called the best Dom in the kink community? Maybe I should tell Flare to stop lamenting about losing you. A few months unemployed and tethered to a sugar daddy has made you soft, delicate … weak."
Laxus' eyes narrowed and his jaw twitched. He leaned over into Freed's ear. "Do you trust me?"
Freed was enraged by Orga's accusations, especially that he had somehow made Laxus less manly. "I trust you," he whispered.
"Don't get angry." Then Laxus sneered at Orga. "I don't want your toy to lick my cock."
Orga rolled his eyes in disappointment and shook his head. "A shame—"
"I wanna throat-fuck him."
Freed's eyes bulged as he whispered in disbelief, "What?"
Next Chapter: "More Than Just a Lick"
A/N: What the hell, Laxus? Are you trying to get Freed to stab a bitch? Because he will. He definitely will!
Disclaimer: I do not own "I'm Too Sexy" by Right Said Fred or "The Stripper" by David Rose.
This chapter hints heavily at the spin-off that I'm working on for Sting and Rogue. "Catch the Shadow" will be about how these two members of a local biker gang hooked up … or more like "collided in a car crash of carnal craving." We learn that Rogue is homosexual aromantic, and Sting is pansexual and open to pretty much anything. They accidentally "out" themselves to each other when they bump into one another at the South Pole Club. They grow closer while on a cross-country biking trip, and Sting tries to figure out how to be in a relationship with an aromantic person. In this chapter, Rogue mentions "Just like in Texas" and Sting shouts, "We almost died in Texas." That's a hilarious but bloody scene in the spin-off, involving a bar full of homophobic rednecks and Sting pissing them all off by flamboyantly singing "I'm Too Sexy." Stingue fans should look forward to "Catch the Shadow" after I finish "Catch the Thunder."
Because someone is going to bring it up, Rogue is one type of aromantic. There are many types, and not all of them feel the same way as him. It depends on your personal preferences, how sexual and romantic attraction works for you as an individual. We're all unique.
Audio drama: https://chirb.it/fcahF7
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