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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 69
Breathless Beloved
or
"Obligatory 69 Scene"
(Come on … you KNEW this had to happen)

Gray was slow as he walked to the bed. Part of him wanted to rush after Natsu, tackle him, bind him, and ravage him in a flurry of passion. However, he saw this a bit like Natsu was a skittish horse. If he wanted to climb on top, he had to be slow. He could not spook the horse with any sudden movements. He had to be patient as he broke the horse in, getting him used to his touch again.
Yet the memory of those touches were a fire in his mind, and the horse seemed to want him now.
Natsu lay back on the bed with eyes that screamed "Come here!" Gray somehow knew climbing on top was safe, his horse would not buck him off, but he was not ready to be ridden yet.
Instead, Gray climbed beside Natsu on the mattress and kissed him. Their tongues intertwined, their bodies pressed close together, and Natsu grabbed at him, taking a surprising initiative. Gray did not mind, though. The horse had to come to him. His pet—his dragon—had to be the one who made it clear that he was ready.
And Natsu was blunt, as always.
One of his legs hooked around Gray, yanking him to be closer, while his hands clawed at Gray's back. The ice wizard hissed at the sting of those nails digging into his flesh, and he rolled on top, arms caging Natsu in, while their mouths attacked like it was a battle. Gray could feel Natsu making slow thrusts, just enough to rub their cocks together, and he found his own body rocking instinctively, his hips meetings Natsu's in urgent need. As their limbs tangled, the heat intensified under him. Gray let out a low groan as his whole body awakened to just how much he craved Natsu.
However, a hand on his chest broke the kiss, and Gray was eased back. Natsu was already flushed, his eyes hazy, and he had a smile that tattled at his pleasure in returning to this level of intimacy.
"Suck me," he demanded.
Gray raised an eyebrow. Ordering him around? Still, he allowed it this time.
I'll spoil my proud dragon, he thought to himself.
Gray raised up and sat on Natsu's thighs. He gazed at the erection and lightly stroked the sharp hips, caressing close to the cock without touching it, like pulling all of Natsu's magic toward that growing arousal.
"What's the kink?" he asked, wanting to plan ahead.
Natsu smirked at him. "I'll tell you in a bit."
Gray glared. He hated not knowing where things were heading. Giving up that control made him want to balk, but he had already decided to follow Natsu's lead.
So Gray slid down and leaned over Natsu's groin. The flushed cock bounced in eagerness, and Gray held the root to keep him steady.
"So … do you want my mouth?" he asked as his lips pecked teasing kisses around the flared head.
Natsu's face tensed in anticipation. "Yesssss!"
"Open your eyes. Look at me."
Natsu did, and he pushed himself up to watch. Gray was right between his legs, his face partially hiding behind the engorged cock.
Gray gave the length a long, wet lick. It was time for the Dominant to take control again. Smiling seductively, Gray ordered, "Watch me suck you."
Natsu shivered, and as Gray went down on him, his whole body arched.
Gray felt the cock spreading the corners of his mouth. He slid all the way down to where his hand held the base, and he gave a soft squeeze with his fingers that made Natsu moan loudly. Gray's eyes flicked up to see, and he met green eyes watching him with adoration and relief.
Natsu was glad that, despite everything that happened, despite almost killing Gray and divulging his darkest secret, despite time apart and lots of therapy, Gray still wanted him. Not only that, but now there was a deep sense of alleviation. Natsu knew he did not have to hide anything anymore. He did not have to bite back the truth if anything triggered him. He also felt there was less to worry about. If anything did remind him of the past, he could just tell Gray.
He could admit to the darkness, and Gray would accept him. He had accepted the very worst of it, and their love defeated that past.
Natsu ran his fingers through Gray's hair. His heart ached with intensity. How could happiness pain him so deeply?
"Dammit, I love you so much it seriously hurts," he whispered.
Gray pulled up, his mouth opened in shock. His lips began to move to say something, but Natsu saw him flinch, his mind yanking away from a deep fear. He could see the moment Gray's words shifted to say something else.
"I like the way you make me feel."
Not even I love. While Natsu felt an easing of his issues, it seemed Gray was still struggling. That worried Natsu, but it was fine for now. Healing took time, after all, and this was one more step toward healing each other.
"Are you ready for more?" asked Natsu.
Gray's teeth clenched in wild desire. "Hell yes!"
"Do you remember our first time, after the shower?"
Gray smiled. How could he forget? "I iced your whole body to the bed."
"I want that. I want to be fully immobilized. Ice everywhere but my face and dick, then suck my cock while forcing me to suck yours." Natsu's eyes blazed with desire. "Fuck my face, Gray. Hard!"
The sexual desperation in Gray reached a breaking point. His hands slammed on the bed, and ice spread out, going even beyond the bed, up the walls, over the ceiling. He felt so wild, so utterly out of control now, without meaning to he had iced the entire hotel room. It glittered like a winter cave, with Natsu in the middle of it, his body trapped on a sacrificial altar of ice that had been their bed.
Natsu screamed at just how cold it was. This was far, far colder than the first time. Back then, Gray must have adjusted the ice to be cold but not agonizing, since it was their first time, but now … now, Natsu felt the tempestuous passion, overflowing lust, frigid fervor, a storm of desire brewing for a long time and now ready to burst.
Gray suddenly reined in his magic before he accidentally iced the hotel rooms of other people. Still, he liked the room as it was, everything surrounded in his ice, with Natsu trapped, struggling against the cold, shivering and moaning already. He watched Natsu trying to squirm, but everything was frozen down, fully immobilized, his naked body glittering in the block of ice. It was reminiscent to see him encased like this, and memories of their first night riled up Gray.
"I'm going to devour you," he said in a low voice, "and I'm going to fuck your face."
He climbed on top of his wild dragon. The hips and groin area were exposed, and Gray's fingers rubbed hot skin. The touch made Natsu whimper.
"You can't move like this," he said, although he realized Natsu had always been able to break out of his ice. That was not the point. This was all mental now.
"Yesssss," Natsu hissed, needing to feel like he could not move or hurt Gray.
Gray positioned himself over Natsu's mouth. "Take it," he ordered, and he plunged his cock down into that fiery throat. He heard Natsu choke in surprise, and Gray laughed sadistically. "I want you to take it all in." Then he leaned over and licked up Natsu's cock. "I'm going to enjoy my dessert now."
As he sucked, he felt Natsu moan and vibrate his cock. Gray kept his hips moving, shallow mostly, but sometimes really pounding in, forcing himself into Natsu's throat, choking him until he gagged, yet never did Natsu say Yellow.
Natsu wanted this. He felt safely trapped and wonderfully used.
A dark part of his mind thought of this as punishment. During that horrific time of insanity, he had used a dead man's head to jerk himself off. Now, he was just a head, a face frozen in ice.
He was a head for Gray's cock. This was punishment for back then. It was making him be what he had used.
A tear dripped out, slid down the corner of his eyes, and crystallized on the ice that encircled his head. That dark time still tormented him, but this was redemption in a way. It was like karma. He was a head to be used by a cock.
And he wanted that cock! He wanted it so damn much.
He wanted to be Gray's head, wanted his face to be fucked, rough and brutal.
Gray leaned up after a few minutes. "Are you okay?" he asked, just to check on Natsu.
"More," he grunted. "Really pound in. I wanna choke on your dick until I pass out."
"Shit," Gray groaned. "Wait, pass out?" he cried out.
"Yes!"
Natsu looked like he knew what he wanted, but Gray worried if this was taking things too far too soon.
"Natsu, that's dangerous."
"I don't care," he snapped. "Until I pass out."
Gray still hesitated. "Are you really sure?"
"I need more," Natsu said, the fierceness slipping into a daze. "Into my throat. I need to be your head."
"My what?"
Gray had no idea what he meant, but he could hear by the slur to his speech, Natsu was in subspace, already drifting on erotic euphoria, and the way to keep him there was to give him what he needed. In this case, it was to fuck his face as roughly as he safely could.
And he was definitely okay with doing that!
Gray thrust in, and Natsu was instantly gagged by the cock slamming into the back of his mouth. Gray angled his hips so that it slid down into Natsu's throat, thickening his neck and cutting off air.
"Is that what you want?" Gray asked, lost between pleasure and concern.
Natsu could not even groan, no air could escape, he could only keep the cock down into his throat, gagging him, making his head buzz as he struggled to breathe. So deep … so deep … a head to pleasure Gray's dick.
Gray pulled out, and Natsu's whole body surged with a gasp for air. "Try not to pass out before you come. I want my dessert." He sucked on Natsu while casually thrusting into his mouth. "That's all you get for now."
The whiny moan of displeasure sounded so sweet, and feeling Natsu struggle to take in more, trying to suck him deeper in, pinching his lips around tighter to make sure he did not escape, showed Gray just how desperate Natsu was, how much his dragon wanted to be played with.
Gray nipped an exposed part of Natsu's inner thigh, bringing up a small bruise. "If you want more … feed me!"
Natsu's cock twitched, wanting to be devoured, so ready and eager. Gray's lips sheathed him, tasting the pre-cum as he listened to Natsu slurping and gagging around his dick. He did not worry about bruising the back of Natsu's throat, since that seemed to be exactly what he wanted.
Gray sucked and stroked, realizing that to do what Natsu wanted, they both had to be right on the brink of orgasm at the exact same time.
So Gray sucked Natsu into his mouth, focusing on how close Natsu seemed to be, and making sure he himself did not get riled up too soon. When he felt ready to come, he backed up out of Natsu's throat. The needy whines, Natsu growling "More!" around his cock, thrilled him. Natsu really did want to be choked.
And that was precisely what Gray intended to do.
Just as he felt the muscles in Natsu's torso tensing with impending release, Gray pulled back and looked around to Natsu's head.
"Take a deep breath. I'm going to fuck your throat until I come, and I'm not going to pull out for you to breathe." He paused for just one moment of worry. "Is that okay?" he asked, needing to know Natsu truly wanted this.
"Hell yes!" The words snarled like a hungry dragon. "Seriously, do it until I pass out, then come in my throat while I'm unconscious."
Gray's mouth dropped at the request. "That's even more dangerous."
"Do it," he snapped. "Until I pass out." The eyes that stared at Gray were filled with fiery determination. They were not the eyes of a Submissive, but of someone who fully realized he called the shots. Natsu's voice growled as he ordered, "Come in my mouth while I'm unconscious."
Gray frowned, but he did not reject the request. "If you want to try that, we need to do it right." Gray's hands moved with magic, and ice slid over Natsu's face, covering his nose, completely blocking his nostrils and cutting off his air. Natsu gasped in shock and tried to shake his head.
"Your ice … is up my nose," he said, his voice nasally as the ice fully blocked his nostrils.
Gray smirked at the glimmer of ice filling Natsu's nose. Then, without any warning, he thrust his cock back into Natsu's mouth. Not deep yet; he wanted Natsu to get used to the feeling of not being able to regulate his air. He heard gagging, soft snorting as air filled the sinuses with no way to escape. Tears came to Natsu's eyes from the pain of his nose being blocked.
"Like this, you truly can't breathe," Gray said as he gave shallow thrusts and heard Natsu gagging. He pulled his cock back out but immediately saw Natsu's mouth following, wanting more. Still, a speck of worry nagged in the back of Gray's mind. "You really could pass out," he warned.
Natsu breathed harder now that his mouth was the only way to get air. "Aw nawd aht," Natsu said with a stuffy-nose voice.
"You need it? Okay," Gray smirked, "but can my dragon handle it?"
Gray went slow, sliding deep into Natsu's throat. Natsu relaxed, eager to let him in. For how much Gray worried, he had to admit, this was hot as fuck and felt so damn good. In just seconds, Natsu's lungs tried to inhale, and the suction on Gray's cock was intense. He gritted his teeth as the tight squeeze of the convulsing throat almost hurt.
"Oh fuck! You're gonna suck my cum straight into your lungs." Gray pulled back out so Natsu could gasp for air.
"No, more!" Natsu screamed, his mouth open and trying to reclaim the cock hovering just out of reach.
"Like this, you really can't breathe. You honestly could pass out." Gray looked worried. "It could kill you."
Natsu's eyes slammed shut. A dark memory, hands around his throat, the inability to breathe.
"Did you know that cutting off your air can give you an erection? Or it'll kill you. If you don't do what I say, you're no use to me anyway."
A minute after hearing those words, Natsu had killed that vile man. Five minutes later, he had used the man's severed head to pleasure himself. Now he was the head, and he could barely breathe.
"Natsu?"
It felt strangely cleansing. He was the head now. His eyes met Gray's. It was not that man in the past anymore. It was Gray, and he was the head.
There was a serious glint in Natsu's eyes as he requested, "Cut off my air. Use me."
Part of Gray's brain went through what he knew about this from BDSM books. Cutting off someone's air supply for sexual pleasure was called erotic asphyxiation. It heightened orgasm by causing hypoxia, a lucid state of euphoria caused by the brain not getting enough oxygen. Erotic asphyxiation was said to be very intense, addictive, and highly dangerous.
When Natsu said he wanted to try something a little kinky, Gray never imagined he meant one of the most potentially-fatal activities in BDSM.
As a Dominant, this would test his skill. Natsu was placing the ultimate trust in him. This was far beyond giving up mobility or dignity, beyond trusting the pain would never cause actual harm. This was Natsu trusting Gray with his very life.
Could he do this? Could he keep Natsu safe?
He wanted to try … No, not try. Something Freed had said at the BDSM meeting came to mind. He had to be confident, assertive, dominating this challenge and conquering it. He would definitely do this correctly and safely. He would definitely keep Natsu safe.
He pushed his cock down into Natsu's throat, which relaxed eagerly for him. Then he sucked on Natsu, pushing him closer to the brink. He paid close attention. Natsu was choking, truly gagging now that his nose was blocked. He felt Natsu's throat trying to gasp for air, but very little got around Gray's cock. Gray clawed at the ice as the frantic suction squeezed his dick, convulsions pulsing up and down his shaft. Meanwhile, the lack of air made Natsu's cock swell thicker, filling Gray's mouth.
It was a minute of pure pleasure. Natsu could vaguely feel the wet mouth on his cock, but his focus was on Gray. His throat hurt so bad. He wanted to gag, but he also wanted Gray to thrust in deeper, deeper, as far into his throat as possible.
Another minute passed, and his whole face buzzed with numbness. His nostrils tingled with the ice blocking them, and that fuzzy feeling grew as his body struggled for air and got nothing.
Another minute, and his mind floated in a dreamlike cloud of oxygen-deprived pleasure.
Natsu felt pulled to another plain, where mist blurred everything. He looked around in confusion, especially when he saw Igneel.
"Igneel!" he tried to scream. Back in reality, the name tried to choke out his throat, but it was gagged back.
What is this? Natsu thought. Is my life flashing before my eyes? How stupid! He laughed at himself for inventing something so cliché.
He saw himself, so tiny, alone, scared, crying for his father who had disappeared. Then Makarov brought him to the guild. He saw Gray, comically small and young, and Erza, who still scared him despite being a child. He remembered the guild called them "the orphan kids," and the name pissed Natsu off.
I'm not an orphan, he would shout. Igneel is out there, my dad!
He kept hunting for him. He saw in the misty memories, years of searching and searching. Any rumor of a dragon would send him off on another hunt, and always the disappointment of not finding him. He really wanted to see Igneel again.
Then he saw Lisanna and giggled at how tiny she looked back then. Next was an egg, and Happy hatching, him and Lisanna caring for him like a mother and father, such an innocent time, raising him, feeding him, teaching baby Happy how to fly.
His father was missing, but he could be one to Happy.
Just as he thought that … there was darkness, pain, a vile laugh. "Are you crying again, boy?"
That man!
"I don't want to see this," Natsu tried to say, but the mist was everywhere. He turned away, and there he was. Turn. Turn again. No matter where he looked, there was darkness and cold and the memory of touches. The pain. The disgust. The humiliation. Insanity. Blood. BLOOD! Raining blood. The head.
"No!"
Natsu wanted to vomit as he saw it again. He wished he could tell his past self to stop.
Stop! Don't do it. It's sick, and it'll mess you up for the rest of your life. Don't! Stop it! Oh God, no, STOP!
Blood. His blood. His…
The girl. He saw her eyes looking at him with relief, only to turn to horror.
She was innocent, scared, and he…
"I don't want to see this!" he screamed, slamming his eyes shut to the worst of it. "I don't…"
And then it was gone. That was it. It had not lasted that long, a couple weeks only. In comparison, he had lived all these years, all these good memories.
He saw Erza becoming S-Class with him and Gray jealous but admiring her at the same time. Lisanna was thought to be dead, and they all grieved. He saw fights with Gray. Then Lucy joined, they formed the team, all the adventures, all those years. Brawls, laughs, tears, the Games, the wars. So much besides that brief darkness. So much to live for!
How stupid, to let one brief moment ruin so much happiness, he thought.
With that thought, he saw Gray, not as a teammate or a rival, but that seductive glint in his eyes and a smile that spoke of the love he could not verbally express.
Natsu's body throbbed as he saw flashes of their times together, from that first night when Gray roughly took him in the shower, then icing him down, making him piss a bed, handcuffs, candle wax, the collar, paddles, floggers, the chastity belt, Gray's house, Natsu's house, underwater in the guild, in the woods, in a river, on a ferris wheel, the day he decorated himself as a human dessert, the sex traffickers, the darkness reemerging, the anguish in Gray's face as Natsu put their relationship on halt, the loneliness of six months apart, trying to find healthy relationships but nothing felt right.
Only Gray.
He watched the scenes flit past, some sweet, some so erotic he wanting to look away in embarrassment. Then the promise bracelet floated in front of him, three different types of metal braided with a sapphire, ruby, and amethyst adorning an infinity knot. Gray still wore it, and a vague part of Natsu felt his own bracelet on his wrist, trapped in the ice.
That promise bracelet meant so much to them. It was a goal, a destination, to reach a point where marriage could be a possibility. They weren't anywhere close to that yet, but that bracelet was a symbol of their determination to work through this together.
The past year with Gray had been one of Natsu's happiest. One of his most stressful—he probably had not cried so much since Igneel left—still, for all the sadness and angst, there was joy and love and trust.
Trust.
He trusted Gray with his life. He trusted him with this.
His head suddenly hurt, and he realized his body was shaking.
I can't breathe!
As the fog turned from white to black and the visions of the past dissolved, he felt the ice encasing him and shoved up his nose. He felt Gray's cock ramming into his throat, blocking his air. His lungs burned, he was spasming, and numbness tingled everywhere. Gone were his arms and legs. That left his cock throbbing with even more sensations, swollen until it almost hurt. The euphoria banished any troubles that might make him panic. He was barely even aware as his cock surged.
I think I just came, he thought to himself.
The euphoria lit up the dark haziness of his brain, bright sparks of pleasure as he slipped into darkness. It felt so good, his brain forgot everything but the intensely wonderful feeling. He felt his mind shutting down, his heart slowing, and his lungs stopped struggling, leaving only a hot tingle and the feel of Gray's mouth swallowing his cum.
He trusted Gray. With this. With everything. With his life.
Gray heard Natsu going through spasms as he struggled for air. His throat kept trying to suck air in, and the agonizing tightness made Gray claw into the ice. Keeping himself thrusting into Natsu's throat was getting harder as Natsu twitched and desperately tried to breathe around his girth. He was honestly shocked Natsu did not bite him in his panicked throes.
He heard a noise, maybe a gasp, and the throat around his cock tensed painfully tight. Then Natsu burst into Gray's mouth, his cum pulsing all over his tongue, thick and powerful.
He slurped it up, choking at how much there was, way more copious that usual. Gray continued to thrust into Natsu's throat, not pulling back at all, even as he felt twitches of Natsu losing the battle for oxygen. After the throes of the orgasm, Natsu's whole body went limp. Gray could tell when he passed out, because the throat around him loosened and the mouth stopped sucking.
"I have a feeling I know why you need this," he muttered now that Natsu was unconscious. "You need to be a head, like what you did back then."
It still felt unreal to Gray, to think Natsu did all that. He could only imagine how horrific it was for that memory to reemerge, and how much self-hatred Natsu suffered through, yet he held back the truth for months in fear of losing Gray.
"Idiot. You don't need something this extreme to balance out the past. But if you see this as karma, I'll help."
He pulled out so Natsu could breathe, and he listened for a deep inhale. That was good; no use suffocating him to death. Then Gray turned around, straddled Natsu's head, and thrust into his mouth. He half-expected Natsu to wake right up, but he was fully unconscious.
Natsu's whole face was loose, and the lack of moans or any conscious reaction made this less fun. Still, Gray wanted to do what Natsu had asked. Since using the mouth was no fun without suction, he stroked himself and only dipped into that open mouth for some wet heat. As he felt himself about to lose control, he aimed his cock to be inside Natsu's mouth for the last frantic strokes.
"Fuck," he groaned as the tension snapped.
The white spurts pulsing past Natsu's slack lips and across his tongue. It was not down his throat as he had asked; no need to choke him. At least Natsu would wake up with the taste there. Gray chuckled to himself as he thought about how Natsu would wake up to his taste coating his entire mouth. He milked every last drop out and wiped his dick on Natsu's pliable lips, smearing it around.
Creamy white lipstick looks good on him, he thought.
Just then, he heard a gagging, gurgling noise. Natsu was still unconscious, the cum was dripping down, and he was not swallowing right.
"Shit!"
Gray instantly released the entire room of ice to expose Natsu's naked body. The glittering cavern was gone, and it was a normal hotel room once again. He rolled Natsu onto his side, letting the cum pool into his cheek.
"Come on, swallow it normally," he urged, holding Natsu's limp head.
He saw Natsu's throat working, but also flinches of pain.
His throat must be sore as hell, he realized.
A little cum drooled out in an iridescent streak down Natsu's face. Gray reached over to the nightstand and yanked out a tissue from a box. Gently, trying not to wake him, he dabbed Natsu's face clean, then pulled open his mouth to make sure it was clear. Natsu was breathing fine now, although still unconscious.
Gray pulled blankets over them both and kept checking on Natsu, making sure he was breathing and nothing bad happened while he slept. His fingers played through the pink hair, and he smiled as he watch how innocent he looked this way, so vulnerable.
He could not believe the level of trust Natsu had showed in him. After everything that happened, it was nice to know Natsu felt that way. Gray smiled sadly as he stroked Natsu's bare shoulders. He regretfully could not say the same for himself; he still needed time. What Natsu divulged about his dark past was a lot to process, and he trusted Natsu to watch his back on missions. He was still just a little afraid of what might happen if Natsu flipped out again.
Perhaps that was part of why Natsu requested this, to show Gray how much he trusted him, so that Gray could work toward rebuilding the same trust.
Gray trusted Natsu … but he was privately glad he could ice him solidly down. If Natsu felt safer from that dark past when he was restrained, Gray also felt safer … from Natsu.
It took nearly ten minutes for Natsu to regain consciousness. His eyes opened slowly, and he saw Gray gazing at him. He also felt cum in his mouth, thickened into gummy clumps now. Natsu struggled to swallow it down.
"You did it," he whispered, his voice hoarse.
Gray caressed his pink hair. "Is that what you needed?"
He nodded with a placid smile. "I needed … to be that. A head. I needed to be punished for it. For the past. What I did."
"I get it." Gray's fingers slid down Natsu's cheek to his chin and grabbed him there, pulling his head up to stare at him with a dominant glare. "Now I've punished you. I've made you suffer for it. Put that past behind you. There are many other reasons why I should punish you," he warned, but his voice softened, "so you don't have to worry about that one anymore." He let go of the chin and ran his hand through Natsu's hair. "You were my head, and I punished you for what you did back then. So it's all balanced out."
Natsu shivered with a smile of deep, soul-rending relief.
"You choked too, bastard. I could've killed you."
Natsu nodded, as if that was part of his reason for asking.
"Idiot," Gray sighed, figuring that was the case. "It's all over now. I'm not going to do that again. You don't need that anymore."
Natsu bit his lip in worry. "I may still need it from time to time," he muttered. "To be … to be a head. If I'm not feeling right."
"Not until you pass out," yelled Gray. "I'm not comfortable with that."
Natsu rolled over and burrowed himself into Gray's comforting embrace. "Sorry if it was hard for you."
Gray stroked his muscular shoulders and allowed Natsu to cuddle him. "It was my pleasure. I'm here for you, to please you and punish you. If you ever feel guilty, think of a way to redeem yourself, and I'll do it." He nuzzled Natsu's neck, licked up to his ear, and whispered seductively, "I will punish you for everything, and I will purge that darkness from your soul."
Natsu suddenly hiccuped a sob and clung to Gray. "Thank you. Dammit! I'm so sorry about everything."
Gray kissed Natsu's ear and peppered kisses into his hair. "It's over now." He took hold of Natsu's chin to pull his face up so he could gaze into those sage green eyes. "Welcome back."
Natsu snuffled and sputtered out, "Kainushi."
"My beloved," he whispered in adoration. They leaned in together for a kiss that shattered so many demons of the past.
Gray hugged Natsu and peppered kisses along his face as he wept in joy, until finally he passed out into sleep again. Gray felt intense warmth that he was able to help Natsu through something. That darkness might always be a shadow in Natsu's past, but he could take at least a small step forward into the light.
Morning came with Gray and Natsu tangled up in each other's limbs, like they could not bear to be separated again. When Natsu stirred, Gray instantly woke up, and they smiled at each other.
"Morning." Natsu's voice sounded gritty and hoarse.
"How's your throat?" Gray asked in concern.
"Sore as hell." Natsu laughed as if it was the best way to wake up in the morning. "I can still taste your cum."
"Is that so?" Gray leaned forward and gave Natsu a deep, slow, amorous kiss. "All I taste is how wonderful you are."
Natsu blushed and looked aside. "That's so cheesy, you idiot."
"I need coffee before I can flirt properly."
"You'd need a whole pot of it. You suck at flirting."
"Shut up, bastard. Like you're any better."
They laughed and rubbed their noses together, happy to be bantering while tangled up in legs and sheets. They kissed again, their tongues dancing together, twirling, until Natsu lightly bit Gray's tongue. He pulled back sharply, only to see a playful smile from the Dragon Slayer.
Wily fire-brat!
"Wanna get up?" asked Natsu.
Gray grabbed him even closer. "Nope. Let's just stay like this for as long as we can."
"Then it'll have to be for as long as my bladder holds out. And before you ask, no, I will not wet the bed."
"Mmm … too bad. How about in the shower?"
"Only if the water is running."
Gray stroked his fingers up and down Natsu's bare arms, glad Natsu was up to doing his kink … with boundaries, but he could live with that. "Then hold it," he whispered. "Let me know when you get desperate."
Natsu scoffed and muttered, "Pervy stripper," yet he had no complaints.
They stayed in bed, lost in thoughts, caressing each other, gazing into one another's eyes, and enjoying the lazy morning cuddled together. An hour passed in placid happiness and drowsy kisses. They barely even needed words; their eyes said everything.
Gray could get lost in Natsu's eyes. He had teased him so much over the years about those narrow eyes, calling him squinty-eyed bastard so many times, but maybe that was only because Natsu's eyes enthralled him. Be it growling in rivalry or closed in a hearty laugh, Natsu's eyes were so expressive. Even now, the gaze was so deep, so warm, so inviting, Gray wanted to fall into those eyes and drown in them.
And he wanted to hit himself for thinking something so cheesy. Natsu was right; he sucked at flirting, even in his own head.
Then Gray felt Natsu twisting with an uncomfortable look. His legs pressed together, and his hips began to squirm. He seemed to be focused on fighting an urge.
"Tell me," Gray whispered, watching the desperation with desire slowly building.
Natsu purposely moaned for him. "I really gotta pee."
Gray bit his lip. This had always been his strongest kink. "Are you up to more?"
Natsu flinched as his bladder protested but his cock agreed. "Are you going to be kinky?"
Gray hesitated in worry.
"I want it if that's your plan."
Oh! That was a surprise. Gray knew right away what he wanted to try. "I wanna plug your cock with ice so you can't pee and can't come, suck you off into a dry orgasm, then release you in the shower."
Natsu shook his head and muttered, "And with that, we're right back into your piss fetish."
Gray froze, instantly worried if this was too far. After all, they were supposed to be easing back together, not going straight into sounding and golden showers. "We don't have to," he assured.
Natsu seriously debated it. He knew this was a fetish Gray really loved, but he himself only tolerated it because he liked to watch Gray's reactions. He was certain not against doing it. The blowjob part in particular sounded good. As for the ice in his cock … well, they had tried that before, and Natsu remembered that he really liked it.
"You better hurry it up before my bladder blows."
Gray was instantly delighted but forcefully did not show it, not when he was in Dominant mode. "To the shower," he commanded.
They rushed into the bathroom, but Gray did not bother to turn the shower on yet. No use wasting water. He cradled Natsu's cock and lifted it to a good angle.
"It's soft," Natsu warned.
"Even better," Gray said, focusing his magic already. With the tip of his finger, he formed a rod of ice straight down into the hole of Natsu's cock.
"Oh fuck!" Natsu screamed.
"Relax." He pressed even more in, and Natsu howled. "Keep taking it. Relax. Good." He listened to Natsu whimpering but accepting the intrusion. "You're so good," he whispered, focused on the ice rod, making sure it was not too cold to numb him, and it had just the right angle to be safe.
Once it was in place, Gray immediately began to suck him, feeling the cock hardening, and adjusting his ice rod to the lengthening curve. Natsu grabbed Gray's shoulders as he shivered from the feel of being penetrated through his penis. He felt Gray's left arm stroking himself frantically, and Natsu knew precisely how to help him reach a climax.
"I gotta pee, Gray," he whimpered. "I really, really gotta pee."
Sure enough, that desperation made Gray moan wantonly around his cock and stroke himself faster.
"Shit, please, Gray. Gotta pee." He began to stomp his feet. "The ice … I'm gonna pee around it."
Gray pulled back. "No, you're not."
"I'm gonna burst," he screamed, truly feeling a pain in his bladder. He had to come and had to pee, but nothing was allowed to pass Gray's ice rod.
Gray's fingers pinched the very tip of the rod, and he gave shallow movements in and out. The result was perfection. Natsu roared so loud, a neighbor stomped on the ceiling above them.
"How do you like being fucked from the inside?" Gray asked in sadistic amusement.
It felt good, so good, so intense. Then Natsu suddenly doubled over, his face twisted in agony.
"Gray … Gray, now! Release it. Oh shit, red! Release!"
Gray had hoped for a dry orgasm, but Natsu looked in real pain. The safeword was absolute, and instantly, the ice rod vanished. With it gone, a burst of cum shot out, splattering over Gray's face.
"Water!"
Gray turned on the shower. Just as the orgasm finished, it was the bladder next, and Gray stayed right where he was, getting rained on by piss, stroking himself frantically.
"Oh shit, yes!" He felt Natsu pissing on his dick as his cum spurt out to mix with the yellow flowing down to the drain.
Natsu then slumped right down to the shower floor. He was still peeing, and he looked lost in bliss. Gray milked himself out of the lingering pleasure, and when the last jolt eased away, he gazed down at Natsu. His cock was barely dripping now, but his face looked far away, lost in a high.
"I think you like the sounding rod," Gray said in amusement.
"Intense." That was the only word Natsu could muster.
Gray washed them both up, but Natsu refused to move from his collapsed pile. He stared forward, floating in a hazy happiness, and let Gray wash him. Nothing Gray did though really registered with him. Even when he turned the water off, Natsu just sat there, looking blankly ahead.
"Hey?" he said, nudging Natsu's leg with his toe. "Hey!" Natsu seemed to not hear him, breathing heavy with lulling moans. "Did it send you that deep?" Gray wondered. "You look fucked out of your mind. Damn," he whispered in awe.
Natsu really did look deliciously sexed-out, flushed, his mouth hanging open, his cock soft, limply flopped to the side. As much as Gray would have loved to stare at him in this spellbound state, he realized that the morning was ticking away. When he got out of the shower, he noticed the clock.
"That's the time already?" he shouted. They had only minutes before checkout, they had a train to catch, and nothing was packed away. "Natsu!"
He got only a moan from the stunned Dragon Slayer. Natsu almost looked asleep, except his eyes were open, staring vapidly. Gray wondered what to do. They needed to check out soon, and as it was, they had no time for breakfast. He did not want to force Natsu out of his daze, though. This could be healing, and he should ease out of the high at his own pace.
"Okay, you just stay there, then. I'll pack your stuff, you bastard."
He dried off and went to the hotel room's small coffee pot. He fixed a pot, and while it brewed he got dressed. Then he gulped the coffee while he rushed around. He packed their suitcases and made sure everything was ready to go. He went back to the bathroom to see that Natsu had not moved an inch. Gray folded his arms as he pondered the dilemma.
"How am I supposed to carry a fucked-out Dragon Slayer all the way to the train station?" he wondered. In hindsight, he realized, "Maybe we shouldn't have done this when we need to check out."
He looked around the hotel room once again, double-checking that everything was ready to go. Could he leave Natsu there and simply hand in the keys? Natsu could jump out a window, if he had to. Then again, if maids came to clean up the room and found Natsu naked and unresponsive … well, that was a really bad idea.
He was wondering how to deal with this when he heard a low moan from the bathroom. He rushed back in to see Natsu slowly moving and blinking. Gray knelt beside the bathtub and held Natsu's hand, ready to see if he would crash after the high.
"Are you back yet?"
Natsu opened one eye, but sank back with a churlish pout. Gray recognized this as, not a crash, but Natsu being his normal stubborn self. He refused to play to this childish temperament and grabbed Natsu under the arms, hoisting him up.
"Ugh, you're heavy! Come on, up onto your feet. Up, up, up."
Natsu held onto Gray, letting him pull him up. Luckily, he was almost all dry already. He accepted help in getting dressed, but he still looked drugged.
"Shoes," Gray said, opting for Natsu's sandals, since they were easy to slip on. Then he grabbed the white muffler. "And your scarf."
Natsu hugged it as Gray draped it around his neck. He smiled in relief, feeling complete again. Gray shook his head at how adorable Natsu could be like this. It was such a soft, tender, vulnerable side that not many people got to see.
"Can you walk?"
Natsu barely even registered the words, and Gray ran his fingers through his hair, wondering what to do.
"Gray," he finally said, and those glazed eyes turned over. With slow words and many pauses as he thought hard about this, he muttered, "That ice rod: you once said I can't come so long as it's in there, right?"
"If I make it big enough and get it inside just right. You said Red, so I melted it for you."
Natsu bit his lip. "And … And if I can't come, I have nothing to fear about. You know, if we … if we switch."
Gray felt a chill down his spine. Two weeks ago, they could barely touch one another; now Natsu was talking about the worst trigger of all for him.
"Not yet," Natsu whispered, keeping his eyes down. "I need confidence that it'll really work, that if your ice is inside my cock and I come, nothing will actually shoot out. Once I convince myself it's safe, though…" His eyes meekly turned up to Gray. "That is, if you still want to try—"
"Yes!" His answer was swift and breathless, but Gray flinched, knowing he should not be so eager, not when Natsu was struggling with this. "Only … Only when you're ready."
Natsu smiled at the consideration. "Something to work toward. Slowly. And not when I also have to pee," he snapped. "That's why I said Red. It seriously hurt, and I remember the first time we did that until it hurt, I got a bladder infection."
"Right," he said, laughing awkwardly.
"I guess what I mean is, I'm not sure if I'm ready for anal sex yet, and while we're building up to that … maybe you can use the ice rod more often."
"I would love to," Gray moaned heatedly.
Natsu laughed, and his cheeks went pink. Finally, Gray said love again, and it did not sound forced. "Come on, I can smell your hormones going crazy. Stop it."
Gray folded his arms and leaned against the wall in a sensual pose. "Why? Is it tempting you?"
"Yes, and I know you're a horny bastard who would keep going until you haven't a drop of cum left in your balls." Natsu pulled his scarf on tighter. "Can we still make the train?"
"Barely, if we leave now. Can you walk that far?"
"I'm fine now." He grabbed his bags to show he was not weakened by his momentary daze.
They went down to the main foyer and met Loke and Lucy, just about to leave.
"We're heading to the train now," Lucy told them. "You better hurry."
Gray was glad there were no problems checking out and returning the hotel keys. They went out into the town and down the main boulevard. Gray had to keep grabbing Natsu by the scarf as the Dragon Slayer kept seeing food carts along the port town street and drifting over to them with drool on his mouth, wanting one last thing to eat.
"Come on," Natsu whine. "I didn't get breakfast and it's almost lunch."
"You can eat on the train."
"No, I can't. I'll throw up."
"And if you eat now, you'll throw it all up anyway, and then it's wasted."
"Do you mean I can't eat until we're back in Magnolia? Waaah, you're mean Gray!"
"Gray?" a timid voice called out.
They both paused and looked back. There stood a woman with bobbed auburn hair and hazel green eyes. Gray's mouth dropped at seeing her.
"Do you remember me?" she asked nervously.
His throat choked for a moment before he coughed out, "Yeah, of course. How have you been?"
She blushed slightly. "Fine. Okay, I guess." She saw Natsu and looked at the tattoo on his upper arm. "Are you still in Fairy Tail?"
"Yeah, always will be," Gray said proudly.
She twisted her toe into the ground. "You've become rather famous."
"I wouldn't call it that," he said humbly. "Are you in town on vacation?"
"Looking for work, actually," she admitted, and her face went pink with shame.
"I see. Rough economy. Well, anyone would be a fool not to hire you. Good luck. Sorry that we have to go, but we've got a train to catch and we're running late."
"Oh, don't let me hold you up. I just thought I recognized you."
"Well, it's nice to see you again," Gray said, and he began to walk on.
Natsu, however, stayed there. "Do you need anything?" he asked sharply.
The woman looked stunned. "No. I'm sorry for bothering you two."
"You're looking for work," Natsu reasoned. "Do you need any help?"
Gray paused, and he realized what Natsu was saying. Not many people came to port towns looking for work unless they were truly desperate, and by the way the dress hung on her body, this woman had lost considerable weight.
"Oh, yeah, we could, uh, spot you a little," Gray added in.
"That's … n-no!" she said, looking scared of him now.
"It's okay," Gray said gently. "We have a good mission coming up. For old time's sake." He pulled out his wallet and flipped out a couple of Jewel notes.
Natsu grabbed them out of Gray's hand, put in a little of his own money, and handed it to the women. He leaned into her ear as he did.
"You smell like diapers. Get your baby some good food." She looked stunned, but he pulled back with a bright, friendly grin.
The woman's eyes teared up. "Thank you so much, both of you. Thank you, Gray."
"Good luck job hunting," he said.
She hurried off with her face solidly red, and they continued onward to the station.
Gray shook his head and teased, "Well, look at who became a philanthropist overnight."
"I could hear her stomach growling and smelled that she had not had a hot bath in a few days." Natsu's eyes slid over to Gray. "So, who is she?"
In a flat voice, Gray muttered, "A girl I used to know."
Natsu arched an eyebrow, but he knew better than to ask. To be honest, he was surprised they did not meet more of Gray's exes. He shrugged it off and continued on. Natsu's hand slipped over, and Gray took it. Hand in hand, they walked through the streets of Hargeon to the train station. That was when they heard the whistle blowing, and the chug-chug of the wheels starting to roll.
"Oh crap! Is it leaving?"
"Dammit! Run, Natsu!"
With bags flapping against them, they raced. Lucy and Loke stood on the caboose, and she cupped her hands around her mouth to shout.
"Guys, guys, come on. Hurry. Hurry!"
The train was slowly chugging up to full speed. They ran right through the train station with passengers waiting for other trains watching in astonishment.
"I'll beat you, Gray," Natsu shouted over.
"Shut up! Just make the train."
Then one bag slipped out of Natsu's hand, and he stopped to grab it up again.
Gray leaped at the train, and Loke caught him. The suitcases he had been carrying tumbled, but he turned back to the track, where Natsu's speeding feet left little flames.
"Come on, Natsu. You can do it," he shouted, stretching his hand out.
A puff of fire burst behind him, and Natsu propelled himself at the train just as it reached full speed. Loke and Gray both caught him, and Lucy grabbed the bags, putting them safely aboard. Natsu's feet dragged on the track, but Gray hoisted him up. They looked at each other, ready to laugh, but then Lucy loomed besides them, dark and scary.
"Gray," she growled, and for a second he felt a similar fear to facing the wrath of Erza. "I told you, don't dawdle."
He shrank down and muttered, "It wasn't … intentional." If that girl had not stopped them…
Just then, Natsu flung himself halfway over the caboose railing and heaved. Loke held onto his shoulders as the Dragon Slayer turned solidly green.
"Well, he's not throwing up anything," Loke said, glad for the lack of chunky regurgitation.
"'Cuz he hasn't eaten," Gray snapped, pushing Loke aside to hold Natsu as his face looked like it was ready to melt into a green blob.
Lucy looked ready to explode. "You didn't have breakfast?" she shouted. "What have you two been doing all morning?" She stopped and rolled her eyes. "Never mind! I don't want to know."
Their vacation to the beach ended with Gray out of breath, Lucy on a rampage of frustration, and Natsu dry-heaving on his empty stomach. All in all, it had been a healthy, healing experience, filled with friends, tenderness, and a return to normality.
Well … at least what was "normal" to them.
End of Chapter 69
Audio drama: https://chirb.it/chpN9x
In slightly-related news, after 5 years, my Chirbit account has reached its limit. I can't afford to go premium, so I'll probably just make a new account and post audios there. This means anyone following me will need to follow whatever that new account is. So this is the last drama for this Chirbit account. It's been a fun and sexy ride.
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