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Worth The Wait	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

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A/N: I just realized that Gray and Loke's fight against Wendy and Mest is anime-only. It's a good fight scene and funny. Go watch!

Chapter 7
December 15, X784, Tenrou Island
Loke and Gray had just defeated Mest and mentally terrorized Wendy enough to make sure she could no longer fight. They had silently agreed not to actually attack the small girl, but "torture" her with their Secret Technique: Double Dried Plum Attack. However, now Gray had to stop with a severe stomach ache.
"I am never eating another umeboshi again," he groaned, curled over and holding his stomach in pain.
Loke let him sit and lean against his shoulder. As the moans got louder, the Lion Spirit began to stroke Gray's raven hair, worried for him but unsure what he could do. Suddenly, Gray jumped up, ran into the bushes, and was gone for a long time. Loke waited patiently, looking away and trying not to listen to the gastrointestinal troubles. When Gray finally returned, he looked sickly pale, but at least he was not grabbing his gut. He collapsed next to Loke, and the Spirit guided that dark head down to his lap.
"We can rest," he said gently. "The others had hard opponents to fight, so we can afford to take a little break. Gather your strength for the next trial."
Gray felt comfortable on Loke's lap. He did not want to move at all. Unconsciously, he began to strip again. Loke did not complain at all. He would have helped the ice mage, but he seemed quite adept at doing that by himself. Soon, both Gray's purple shirt and black pants were removed until he was stripped down to just boxers.
"Loke," he muttered, staring blankly at the sky. "Do you really think I could be S-Class?"
"Absolutely," he said loyally.
"I dunno," he pouted. "I think of Mira and Laxus and Mystogan and Erza, and especially Gildarts! Compared to them, I'm weak. How could I claim to be in the same class as Erza?"
Loke laid Gray's head down on the ground, crawled on top of him, and stared straight down into his face. "You're definitely strong enough, Gray. You have been for a while. Now you're mature enough, too. This past year, you've grown an insane amount. Plus you have me here. I made a promise to help you become S-Class. A Celestial Spirit keeps his promises."
Gray's eyes softened at the confident words. "Right. We're both a lot stronger than last year."
"Indeed," Loke smiled. "We've both grown a lot."
Gray had certainly grown, matured, became powerful, and managed to banish his private demons. Loke smiled down at the teen; he could barely help but lean over and give him a kiss.
This time, Gray gladly received it and hummed without feeling embarrassed. His fingers stretched out, ran through Loke's ginger hair, grasped it slightly, and pulled him in to urge him to deepen the kiss.
Loke's tongue languidly played with Gray's. His hands roamed up the taut hills and vales of abdominal muscles. His magic rings clinked against Gray's sword pendant as he blindly followed the metal chain to find the back of Gray's neck. From there, Loke began to rake his nails gently over Gray's skin, searching for areas of sensitivity. He knew he hit one of those erogenous zones when Gray made a quiet gasp and his back arched a little. It made Loke smile, and he stroked one area that almost always worked, just behind the ear. The ice mage shivered, and his hands grasped at Loke's shoulders.
Loke kissed Gray's cheek, then his ear, then the first spot on the neck that had elicited a gasp. He sucked softly there, not enough to leave a mark, not with Gray's penchant for stripping, but just enough to make the teen hiss air between his teeth. Pressed up against him, Loke felt the reaction in Gray's boxers. His kisses went lower, a nip to the collarbone, a lick to trace his guild mark, then Loke hummed with delight and cautiously licked Gray's nipple, watching to see if Gray was the sort of guy who liked that.
"Whoa!" he said, and the ice mage looked in debate.
"Should I stop?" Loke asked.
"No, just...sorry," he laughed uncomfortably. "I guess I'm not all that experienced."
"You're doing fine," the Lion said in a soft purr, caressing Gray's body to relax him. "Just react in whatever way seems natural. It's usually the right thing to do." He licked again, giving the tensing tit a little encircling tongue before sucking softly.
"Ahh!" Gray keened. His back arched, and he felt the uncomfortable tightness in his boxer shorts. "What comes natural, huh?"
Loke leaned up to smile and hint at what should come next. Just then, he was honestly shocked to see that Gray had managed to remove the last of his clothes. "When did that happen?" he gawked.
"I ask myself that every day," Gray chuckled. "It's natural, I guess."
Loke was much slower at pulling off his green teeshirt and khakis, but he kept his tiger-print boxers on for the moment. He was too distracted by Gray's erection. His eyes were wild, his grin turned feral, and he crouched lower like a cat ready to spring onto a catnip toy. Instead, Loke took hold of the shaft and gave it a slow stroke.
Gray tightened his lips to keep from moaning, but a stiff grunt still escaped. He wanted to watch the animal-like gleam in Loke's fascinated irises, and he also wanted to close his eyes to feel everything, focus solely on the attention being given to him.
"Can I lick it?" Loke asked softly.
His seductive voice made Gray tremble. Breathing too fast to speak, he merely nodded.
Loke settled between Gray's legs, leaned over, and stuck the tip of his tongue out. Gray boosted himself up onto his elbows to watch. Loke's eyes turned up to him, glancing above the rim of his sunglasses. The gaze sent a shiver down Gray unlike any winter blizzard could do. Then that chill was replaced by a burning hot and moist tongue licking around the flared head, twirling it, lapping away the pearly drop on top, before the whole mouth devoured him.
Gray leaned back and moaned loudly, then covered his mouth to quiet himself. If any of the other mages came by right then...he suddenly realized they were in the open, just trees and blue sky above. He was never really concerned about being naked in public, but doing this where others could see made him blush with nervousness.
Loke was lost in a world of pleasure. Gray still had that coconut smell, even down to the wiry curled hair that tickled Loke's nose every time he went down to the hilt. Gray's poorly suppressed moans urged him on. He glanced up again and saw Gray flushed with shame. He wanted Gray to relax, to forget everything and simply take pleasure, yet seeing him cutely embarrassed was also arousing.
Loke decided he had to break these barriers down quickly. He reached up, grabbed the hand Gray used to cover his mouth, and placed it on his orange hair. The ice mage looked down in confusion. Loke popped the cock out of his mouth so he could explain.
"If you like it, pet me. Let me know if I'm doing it right."
Gray nodded in understanding. Then Loke went down on him again. Gray used the other hand to cover his mouth, until Loke grabbed it too and yanked it to the side. He popped his mouth free again.
"I need to hear you, Gray. Everyone else is busy fighting. No one will hear us, so be as loud as you want. It sounds really sexy, and I wanna hear."
Then to force the issue, Loke thrust his mouth down onto Gray and sucked him hard until his cheeks hollowed. Gray's back arched high, his mouth opened wide, and a loud cry shuddered out. The hand on Loke's head grabbed at his orange hair and thrust him down even harder until the cock slipped deeper into his throat. Loke relaxed and took it in.
"Oh fuck!" Gray moaned, feeling the tightness in the throat. He wanted to thrust in deeper, but he heard Loke gag a little. "That...real good," he said, too overwhelmed to make a coherent sentence.
Loke began to bob on him more. He listened to the moans and huffs. Gray stroked the orange hair sometimes, and when Loke did something different, Gray pulled at the hair until his body got used to the new wonderful sensation. Loke loved the feel, the taste, the pleasure he could give. He began to purr.
"Ahh!" Gray cried out at the vibration. "Loke...that...nnnngh!"
He felt Gray's thighs tightening and realized he was going too fast. Loke moved his head up, trailing saliva and precum from his lower lip, so he could gaze at his naked ice mage lovingly.
"You're not playing fair," Gray grumbled.
Loke tilted his head curiously. "The purring? It's a natural reaction to pleasure."
"I mean staying dressed, hiding yourself from me. Or are you afraid it's too small?" he smirked slyly.
Loke had to laugh at his goading. "More like I might scare you away. But if you want to see it..." He presented two fingers close to Gray's mouth.
The teen arched an eyebrow at him. "Uh...what?"
"Suck on them," Loke instructed, smiling expectantly.
Gray opened his mouth and was about to obey, yet he paused suspiciously. "Why?"
Loke chuckled. Such a virgin! "Why do you think?"
"I honestly have no clue. Just a quirk of yours?"
Loke knew not to tease Gray or laugh too much. After all, he was dealing with a truly innocent young man. "It's so I can prep you. You know, down here." The two waiting fingers went down behind Gray's balls to the small entrance.
"Whoa!" Gray jolted at the light touch. "I...that is..."
"Too fast?" Loke asked, trying but not succeeding at hiding his disappointment. "Or did you want to be on top?"
"Maybe...I don't know really," Gray squirmed, "but mostly it's just...I sorta...still don't feel too well," he admitted bashfully. "I'm really sorry, but the last thing I want is to be in the middle of doing that and suddenly having to rush into the bushes again."
Loke realized he was right, and it was probably inconsiderate to offer without thinking that Gray might still be ill. He pulled back and breathed slowly to calm down his excitement. "It might be a bad idea anyway," he muttered. "It's your first time, it'll hurt, we don't have lube, and we still have to finish this test."
"Afterward," Gray blurted out, then blushed and looked aside. "When we're back in Magnolia, maybe then. So long as I'm not still sick to my stomach."
"A good celebration to mark you being Fairy Tail's newest S-Class mage," Loke smiled with confidence. Gray smiled at his assurance. It made him feel better. Loke rose while Gray reluctantly rolled into a sitting position and leaned against a tree.
Damn his hormones! Think of naked Makarov! Think of naked Porlyusica!
It didn't work, because Loke crawled right up into Gray's lap and sat there straddled like a content kitten. "Did you like what I was doing?"
Gray swallowed hard and nodded.
"Do you want me to finish you up?"
He opened his mouth, closed it as he could not find anything to say, then he looked aside. "Of course I do, but...but I also want to do something for you."
"There's an easy solution."
Loke lowered his tiger-stripped boxers and placed them to the side. Gray gawked down at the stiff mast.
No wonder he said he was worried about scaring me away! He's a lion!
Loke took Gray's hand and placed it onto him, moving the fingers into a stroking motion to show him what he wanted. "Do it just like you do to yourself. You have done at least that, right?" he smirked.
"I...well...yeah," Gray blushed.
"Have you ever done it imagining me?"
Gray really turned red now. "I don't want to talk about my masturbating habits."
Loke chuckled softly, then took Gray's cock and gave it a slow stroke. It was still wet from his mouth, and his fingers moved over it smoothly. "I'll do to you whatever you do to me. Whatever you like, whatever you want to feel, do it to me."
Gray leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and thought about the times he had jacked off to thoughts of Loke. Now here he was! He squeezed a little tighter; a moment later he felt the same squeeze, but the rings Loke wore gave a cool hardness to his hands. He glided up and down Loke's shaft and felt the same pace on himself. When he opened his eyes, Loke's lids were hooded in pleasure, yet he continued to watch Gray's face, inspecting the twitches his mouth made, the squinting of his eyes when he liked something, the tenseness in his mouth as he fought against being too loud.
"I like to stroke you, Gray," Loke whispered hotly.
His voice was like velvet and made Gray react stronger. "Loke," he moaned, and his hand went faster.
"I like touching you," Loke kept on in a seductive tone. "Do you want me to touch you more?"
"Nnnngh," he groaned, feeling himself getting close.
Loke kissed him, plunged his tongue in for a moment, then trailed kisses down his throat. When he got to Gray's chest, he licked his nipple, then gave it a soft bite.
"Ahh!" Gray shouted. The stroking pace went furious. "On my neck!"
Loke raised up and looked confusion.
"Bite...on my neck." He tilted his head to the side to give Loke access.
"Like a lion?" Loke questioned in amusement. "I think I now know what you fantasize to. I'll let you know," and he breathed into Gray's ear, "I last much longer than a lion."
He leaned over and gently took the side of Gray's neck with his teeth. His cock rubbed up against Gray's cock until he felt the hard heat. He moved Gray's cock closer, so that they were stroking each other off while frotting.
"Loke," Gray warned, struggling to hold back but losing the fight. "I...I'm gonna..." His body tensed.
"Come for me, Gray," Loke urged, and he sped up his hand. "Spray it all over me."
His words and the heat of his hand sent Gray over the edge. He stiffened, and he felt the release like a throbbing of pure pleasure. A moment later, Loke bit his neck harder and moaned loudly with distorted cussing. Gray opened his eyes just in time to see a splash of white explode onto his chest.
Loke loosened his bite, panted hard, but inspected Gray's neck. A few questionable marks, but perhaps they could brush it off as injuries due to fighting. Then he leaned up and smiled at Gray's exhausted face. "You're pretty damn good."
Gray's eyes were closed in weariness, but he still managed to smile. "You too. We're messy now."
"There's a stream nearby. Let me wash you up."
Gray began to move but sank back down with a happy hum. "Too tired to get up."
"Oh, come on," Loke chuckled. "A bath with you would be fun."
He got to his feet, held his hands out to Gray, and eased the teen to his feet. A stream trickled nearby, icy cold but enough fresh water so they could wash the oozing mess off their bodies. Loke got in plenty of erotic rubbing as he cleaned the semen off Gray's chest. They laid out on the grass in the tropical sun to dry off, wearing only their boxers. Gray held Loke on his chest, stroking his ginger hair lazily, occasionally gliding his hand down the warm skin.
"Hey Gray," Loke muttered sleepily.
"Don't fall asleep on me," he warned lightly.
"You don't mind, do you?"
Gray looked down in surprise. "Did it seem like I minded? Hell no!"
"Okay," Loke said, feeling a little relieved. "And me being a Celestial Spirit, not a Human, you don't mind that either?"
"Why should I?" he asked. "You feel just like I do. You experience emotions like I do. You come all over my chest..."
"Great example," he snickered. "But I also don't age."
"Not a problem. My worry would be if you'd still want me as I get old."
"Age means little to a Spirit."
Loke suddenly sat up, straddled Gray's lap, pinned him against the tree, and gave him a rough kiss. Gray panicked for a moment. Did he already want more? Gray was worn out, his stomach still felt questionable, and they needed to continue with the test.
Glaring territorially, Loke growled, "I claim you, Gray."
The ice mage shivered at the dead serious look in the shaded green eyes. "Huh?"
"I'm the Spirit of the Lion, and I claim you as my mate." He stared hard as he said it, hoping to convey just how utterly serious he was about this declaration. Rarely did he tell anyone, male or female, such words of fidelity, but he felt a keen sense of possessiveness over Gray. He did not want to lose him, not to Lucy, not to Juvia, not to anyone else who might try to steal him.
"Oh...okay," Gray said awkwardly. "Is that your way of saying we're dating?"
Dating! Loke thought of it as so much more. "More like 'going steady,' if people still use such an antiquated phrase. You can't flirt with anyone else, and in exchange, I won't flirt with anyone but you."
"You'd really give up flirting?" he asked dubiously.
"Well, I might slip in a few to Lucy just so she doesn't guess too quickly," he admitted with a nonchalant shrug, "but I won't be serious about anyone but you, my oath as Leader of the Ecliptic Zodiac Spirits."
Gray was honestly stunned. "Well, there's no one else I'm really interested in at the moment anyway so...yeah, sure. Going steady, huh?" He rather liked the idea.
Loke climbed off his lap, searched around for their clothes, and helped Gray to put on his shirt. Gray returned the favor by tugging the green teeshirt over Loke's head and straightening out his spiky hair.
"Ready to finish this test?"
"Absolutely...partner!"
Both men smiled as they realized that term was beginning to mean so much more.

End of Chapter 7

A/N: Soon after this, Grimoire Heart attacked Fairy Tail. Loke was severely injured by Caprico in order to exorcise Zoldeo and had to return to the Spirit World. And then...Tenrou Island disappeared.
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