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"Face your life, its pain, its pleasure, leave no path untaken."

― Neil Gaiman

Chapter 7

Pain and Pleasure
When the fun was at last over and friends waved goodbye to one another, eager to get back to their homes and in front of a warm fire, Natsu dragged Gray home in the sled. Happy flew along, but he was getting cold, so Natsu encouraged him to go to the guild, which was right down the hill, and warm up. He promised to meet Happy back at home.
Gray felt weird, sitting in a sled and being pulled down the street, with people looking at them oddly. However, it was better than the pity people showed with the wheelchair. Plus it was more fun.
"Yah, horsey!" Gray shouted teasingly.
"Bastard! I am not your horse," Natsu shouted back.
"Yah! Yah! Giddy up, pony."
"Shut up!"
Gray laughed at making the Dragon Slayer annoyed. He always felt guilty about making Juvia take care of him, but somehow, having Natsu forced into caring for his needs was far more fun.
They reached his apartment, but the sled was large and would not fit inside. Natsu pulled Gray up onto his back, placed the sled against a storage room wall, and carried Gray up the stairs.
Natsu grumbled, "You are seriously heavy, bastard."
"Yah!"
"Stop with the damn yah-yah crap."
Gray chuckled deviously.
Since he knew Gray could not see his face, Natsu also smiled. Hearing Gray laughing again was worth even carrying his heavy ass up the stairs.
Finally, they were inside Gray's apartment, and Natsu unceremoniously dumped Gray into the wheelchair.
"What do you need, popsicle pants? Hot tea? A bath?"
"I really need to warm this leg back up," he said, poking the dead leg. "I can adjust my body temperature everywhere else, but I'm never sure if it's working for my legs."
"Sure thing."
Natsu rushed off to the bathroom. He began to fix a hot bath, but then he realized that Gray was sensitive to heat. He adjusted the water to be a bit cooler, but still hot enough. Then he went back to fetch Gray.
"I'll stick around long enough for you to wash up," Natsu said as he wheeled Gray to the tub. "Do you need help getting in?"
"Yeah, if you don't mind. I've slipped a few times trying to do it on my own."
"Well, you can strip yourself. I ain't doing that!"
Gray removed his clothes, and Natsu put them in a hamper. When he came back and saw Gray sitting naked in the wheelchair, Natsu gulped. He had offered to help, but he just now realized that meant lifting Gray's naked body.
He carefully grabbed around behind the knees, easing the legs up while bracing the wheelchair so it would not roll or flip. Gray helped by wrapping an arm around Natsu's neck and shifting his lower body. Then Natsu lifted him up into his arms. Gray's body was cold, but his legs were really icy. He looked down at them with worry. The left leg was deformed, the chunk blasted out of it could not fully heal, and the skin that grew over was discolored, paper thin, and lumpy as it covered what had been torn bits of muscle and tendons. He saw a pink ice burn on Gray's toes.
"It looks like you might have frost nip," he pointed out.
"I was afraid of that," Gray frowned. He tried to look at his legs, but he was held too awkwardly. "I got frost nip a lot when I was still learning Ice-Make magic. I trained hard to learn how to adjust my body temperature, but if I can't feel my leg, I can't judge the effects of the cold."
Natsu carefully settled Gray down into the bath water, and then he lifted the left leg. Gray frowned as the movement shifted his hip. It was still an odd feeling, having no sensations past the thigh. He knew his leg was moving, he felt the effects on his upper quads and hip, but the leg Natsu held was almost not like his own.
"It's just a bit pink." Slowly, Natsu eased the leg into the water. "Does it feel okay?"
Gray scoffed softly. "I can't feel anything. My toe could have frozen and broken off and I wouldn't know."
"Oh, right," Natsu muttered, looking sadly down at the leg. "Well, it seems to be fine from what I can see. How about the rest of your body?" Natsu's eyes gazed over the muscles and scars. "Are you good?"
"Y-yeah," Gray mumbled, feeling awkward at Natsu's examination. "I'm fine, really. Thanks." He wanted those narrow eyes off of him.
"No prob! Want anything to eat while I mess up your kitchen?"
Cheekily, Gray replied, "Filet mignon with a Béarnaise sause, roasted red potatoes drizzled with garlic butter, served with steamed asparagus sprinkled with sweet basil and freshly grated parmigiano."
"Screw you! You get instant ramen."
"You make a horrible housewife."
Natsu turned away. "Shut up," he grumbled, and he stepped out of the bathroom.
Gray eyed the door. Was that … a blush? No way, Natsu was probably just flushed from all the winter fun.
As Gray soaked, he relaxed, closed his eyes, sighed deeply, and his whole body felt wonderful. Then, he felt a tingle in his groin. When he opened his eyes and looked down, he saw a troubling issue poking up to the surface like a water mushroom.
"Finally," he muttered.
It was his first time getting erect since the injury, and just that morning he had worried if maybe he was impotent now. It was a huge relief to know that still worked. He reached down and touched it lightly. It felt good, just like how it always felt. However, he realized that Natsu was in his house. There was no way he could pleasure himself when the Dragon Slayer would probably hear him.

Outside the door, Natsu lingered, listening and sniffing. He could smell arousal, and when he heard Gray mutter "Finally," he guessed that this was an issue. Evergreen had teased once that since Gray got paralyzed, maybe he couldn't perform. Natsu frowned at even thinking about that happening to another guy. He might think of Gray as a rival, but he would never want him to go impotent.
If Gray was finally aroused, Natsu did not want to be in the way.

Gray was just lightly touching himself when there was a knock on the bathroom door. He jolted, splashing water, and instinctively covered his groin with both hands.
"What?" he shouted, and his voice cracked a little.
"Hey, um … you're out of some food. I'm gonna head to the store. Will you be okay if I leave you for … say, twenty or thirty minutes?"
"Yeah," he shouted, his heart still racing.
"I'll come back to help you get out. I just want to make sure you're not going to melt in that hot water."
"Screw you! I'll be fine. Go shopping like a good wife."
"Up yours, ice princess!"
Gray listened, cocking his ear to the side. Finally, he heard his front door slam shut.
"Oh, thank God," he sighed. "Twenty minutes, huh? Perfect."
He grabbed himself and began to stroke. He knew he needed to hurry, but as pleasure tingled warmly through his body, Gray could hardly help but savor this. His fingers slid down slowly, enjoying the sensation he had missed. He closed his eyes and imagined … well, not much in particular. Gray preferred to imagine some busty, shapely woman, but this time he just stroked and enjoyed it for what it was, no daydreams or fantasies.
How long had it been? He used to jerk off a few times a week. Now, it had been months. His body felt like it was waking up from hibernation, and it was starving with a carnal craving that could not be left unsatisfied!
"Ooh God," he shuddered.
The hot bath water splashed a little with each thrust down. The wetness, the heat, the grip of his fingers: it was all so wonderful. Gray tensed up with pleasure, but he felt the odd sensation of his leg almost but not fully working. Tightening the muscles in his butt made the leg hurt.
"Oww! Shit," he hissed. He rubbed out the upper thigh just above the hideous scar, the only part he could feel now. This was going to be an issue after all.
He tried to relax and stroked some more. He found a nice rhythm and groaned, not bothering to be quiet. He would hear when the door opened again, and Natsu would probably take a while walking to the store. It was not like the fire idiot would rush back just to help him out of the bath.
"Ah … oh yeah," he moaned deeply. "Ooh that's … ow!"
He had tensed up again, and he slipped downward in the bathtub, unable to use his legs to hold up his torso.
"Goddammit, I just wanna enjoy this," he shouted in frustration.
He readjusted his body into a comfortable position, grabbed himself with even more purpose, and stroked. His brow tensed with determination. He was going to jerk off, and he was going to enjoy this, dammit! It might take some adjustments on what his body could and could not do now, but fuck it all he was going to enjoy this!

Just outside the door, Natsu was listening. He had made it sound like he left, but he was truly worried for Gray. As he heard frustration after frustration, he felt more sorry for the guy. He knew losing the ability to walk was devastating—he honestly had no clue what he would do if this happened to him—but to also lose something this intimate…
He wanted to root on Gray, encourage him to keep trying, keep at it, and rediscover that masculine side of pleasure.
At the same time, eavesdropping as his teammate masturbated was embarrassing as hell. His mind was still in shock about that kiss in the hospital. He was not in love, definitely not with Gray of all people, so why had he done that? What the hell inspired him to kiss Gray?
"Ooh yeah … ooh … shit, oww, okay don't tense the leg. Dammit. Mmmmh … oh, that's better. Ooh, much better."
Natsu deftly reached down and palmed himself. He figured this was just a natural reaction. He was listening to someone pleasure themselves, and no matter if it was someone he knew, a total stranger, or just porn, of course he would get aroused hearing this. He just needed to force himself not to imagine too hard that it was Gray Fullbuster.
It didn't work.
"Oooh … oh God … fuck, that's … damn, I wish he would've stayed away longer."
Natsu partly wished that, too. He knew he would need time to deal with his own issue. This erection was not going to go away on its own.
There was one way to take care of an erection, of course. Natsu eyed a box of tissues in Gray's home. He bit his lip, unsure about this. If he got caught, Gray would hate him forever. Still, the alternative was to do nothing, which would be painful, or to run back home and finish off, which would take too long. If he took too long, Gray might try to get out of the tub by himself. If he did that, fell, and injured himself again, Natsu would feel guilty.
He justified that, to keep Gray safe, he needed to stay in this apartment, and that meant dealing with his personal needs right here. He walked over, grabbed a handful of tissues, and unzipped his pants.

Gray was slowly figuring out what movements hurt, how not to tense up his thighs and place all muscle tension in his stomach. In a way, it was like relearning how to masturbate. The general action was the same as always, but the reactions of his body had to be slightly different.
Still, it felt so good!
Having gone without it for so long, the pleasure was even more intense. His head leaned back against the tile, panting and moaning without restraint. He completely forgot to keep an ear out for Natsu returning home. If that idiot came home now, he could just deal with it. This was Gray's home, and if he wanted to jerk off in the bathtub, he damn well could do it!
For how much he loved the feel, he knew that he would not last for much longer. Then he realized, if he came in the water, that would be bad. Natsu would be back, help him out, and see the mess in the water.
"Toilet paper, toilet paper," he hissed, feeling the end approaching.
He sat up, stretched over to the toilet, and yanked on the roll of paper. It spun around, unraveling, and Gray grabbed up a hurried handful. Part of it stuck to his wet hand, but he yanked off a large wad. Then he flopped back into the tub and focused on stroking himself.
"Oh God … ooooh damn, so close. Dammit, I wanted to last longer. So good … ooowww! Idiot, don't tense the legs, tense the stomach. Still … so … damn … good. Shit!"

Outside, Natsu leaned against the wall, listening to Gray's moans coming faster, louder, no longer timid at all. His face was red and strained, with veins sticking out on his neck. His wrist worked fast, stroking his turgid arousal, feeling it heat up as his body tingled more with his racing heart. This felt naughty and exciting: the possibility of getting caught, the danger of doing this in someone else's house, the potential shame if someone walked in right now. However, he held back just a while. He wanted to listen to Gray until the end. He covered his mouth to hold back any sounds.
Gray's moans reverberated through the bathroom and out the closed door. "Hah! Oh God! Shit, so good. Yes, like … that … oh God!"
Natsu tensed up. He wanted to hold back. He was aching to release already, but for some reason, maybe a sense of rivalry, he wanted to last longer than Gray.
No … he wanted to come at the same time.
He did not fully understand why, but he wanted to share in this. He slowed his stroking just a little, hovering on the cusp, shivering as the pleasure lingered and grew stronger the longer he forced himself to delay.

In the bath, Gray punched a wall. Tightening his abdomen was turning out to be far more painful than he imagined. He still had scars from the numerous operations to fix his internal organs. If he could not tighten his legs, and could not tighten his stomach, what could he do?
He now wanted this to finish quickly, before the pain killed his erection. He gritted his teeth as the tingle in his groin became an intense burn. He shuddered as it felt like everything within him was concentrating to a single point, and that nucleus of pleasure was reaching critical mass, about to explode.
"Oh … shit, yes … yes! Damn!" He cringed in a moment of pain, but the pleasure was far more overwhelming. "Oh fu- … Oh God, gonna … nnngh! Ah! Ahhhhh!"
His spine arched up, and his hand with the toilet paper moved over just in time to catch the mess shooting out. Gray's head flew back, and although that meant he slid awkwardly into the water, he scarcely cared anymore as jolts of intense pleasure flowed through him and out of him.
"Hah … nnngh … mmmh…" His whole body buzzed with the afterglow of pleasure. "Oh damn, I needed that," he groaned. He slowly pulled the wet toilet paper away and saw the large amount of milky fluid caught within. "Crap, that was a lot." He flopped back again, worn out and tingling. "Daaaamn … totally needed that."

Outside the door, Natsu was biting his hand to keep himself quiet. He shuddered as he slowly pulled back the tissues and saw how much semen was caught inside. Inside the bathroom, he heard the Ice-Make wizard huffing out in weary satisfaction.
"Gray," he breathed almost silently.
Slowly, being as quiet as possible, Natsu tucked himself away and straightened his clothes. Then he realized, he needed to throw away the tissues. If he just tossed them into the trash, Gray might find it and wonder what the heck a tissue full of semen was doing in his wastebasket. If he went out the door to throw it away somewhere else, Gray might hear, especially since now he would be listening out for Natsu's return. Natsu looked around frantically. Finally, he put the messy tissues in a plastic sandwich bag to seal it and shoved it deep into his pocket. He would just have to toss it later.
He stood in the kitchen, slumped over the sink, resting his head down in his hands as his heart slowed back to normal. He felt ashamed. He should have actually left, given Gray privacy, that way he would not have gotten aroused, done something like that, and feel so horribly awkward afterward. Now he had to face Gray, walk into that bathroom, help him out of the tub, and not act weird.
Natsu bit his thumb and looked away. Why had he wanted to come at the same time as Gray? Why would listening to Gray even get him hard in the first place? Worst of all, why had doing it this way made him more overwhelmed and feeling happier than doing it alone at home?
What was going on with him?
After a few minutes, Natsu felt he was calm enough. He tiptoed over to the front door, opened it, and slammed it back shut. He heard a splash in the tub. Gray was obviously listening for that noise.
"I'm back," he shouted.
Gray called out from the bathroom, "I'm still here. Nowhere else to go."
"You didn't drown, did you?"
"Does it sound like I drowned, idiot?"
Natsu walked over to the bathroom door, but he hesitated. He had to go in there and pretend he had heard nothing at all. Determined, he grabbed the doorknob and opened it. Steam puffed around him. Even if he had left, he would have known what Gray did. The scent of semen filled the room.
"Is my princess all right?" he asked jokingly. "Were you lonely while I was gone?"
"Screw you!"
"Well, you haven't melted. Ready to get out of here, ice princess?"
"Sure," Gray shrugged, looking perfectly relaxed. Actually, Natsu thought he looked much better. He had color to his face, a light smile, his eyes shined as he stared blankly ahead, and his overall body carriage was more serene. Deep down inside, he dearly hoped that maybe rediscovering self-pleasuring would do Gray some good.
Natsu took a brief look at the water, not wanting to plunge his hands in and get semen on him. Then he saw out of the corner of his eye, a large wad of paper in the wastebasket. So, Gray also caught it with tissues, just like he did. Natsu struggled not to smile.
Why would that similarity even make him happy?
He reached down into the water, slid his arms around Gray, and lifted him up, holding tightly so the wet body would not slip.
"How the hell do I dry you?"
"You were supposed to grab a towel first, idiot," Gray muttered.
"No one told me that."
"Then how else do you dry yourself?"
"Easy. Like this." Natsu set himself on fire. The flames went all around Gray.
"Argh! Idiot! Not me."
"These sorts of flames don't burn," Natsu told him casually.
Gray was about to protest that they would, but then he realized the flames felt only warm, not blistering. It was a strangely comforting feeling, being held by this summery body, in arms that he knew would never drop him, and the heat all around them, flames wrapping them in a column of pleasant warmth. In no time, he dried while being held in Natsu's arms. Then the flames snuffed out.
"Better?" Natsu grinned.
Gray rolled his eyes and looked away, trying to act annoyed. "Don't do that again."
"Hey, it worked, so don't complain." Natsu carefully placed Gray onto the wheelchair. "You dress yourself, though."
"I'm not totally helpless, idiot!"
"Then quit acting like you are."
Gray jolted and looked up at Natsu in surprise. He had a point. The doctors had tried to be optimistic, but they gave Gray a realistic outlook, and it was a grim thing to face. The nurses had catered to him, warning him not to move while his intestinal track was still healing. Erza and Lucy had pampered him in the hospital. Then when he got out of the hospital, Juvia kept insisting on doing everything around the house. He had slipped into the mindset that he was helpless, an invalid, his life ruined, his body broken in a way that could never be fully mended.
He knew he had been permanently weakened. He knew his life would never be the same. Still, around Natsu, that old rivalry made him want to try harder, push himself, and not give in to the pain. Just like earlier, in the bathtub, he had not wanted to give in when he hurt. It was mostly for himself, but a part of him had realized that Natsu probably jerked off whenever he pleased … if a totally immature idiot like him even knew what his penis was for besides pissing! He pushed past the pain and frustration because he wanted to enjoy himself and beat Natsu's time, finishing before he returned from the store.
"Oh, by the way," Gray said as Natsu wheeled him to the bedroom. "What did you buy?"
Natsu jolted. Crap! He forgot about that. "Turned out I don't have money on me, and I didn't want to just take yours." That was mostly true. He had maybe enough Jewels on him to buy a candy bar.
"Sheesh, if you had just asked before running off, I could have given you a little, since you're buying it for me to eat."
"Mmh. Maybe next time."
"Who says I want you over again?"
"If you keep locking yourself away like a princess in a tower, then I'm gonna come and pester you. That's what dragons do to captured princesses, ya know."
"Don't dragons eat the princess?"
Natsu's face heated up with embarrassment. A second later, he realized Gray had no clue what he just said, and he had a hell of a tease coming up. He chuckled slyly, "Aww, Gray. I didn't think you'd want me to do that."
"Huh?" Gray realized the double entendre to his words too late. "What the hell!" he bellowed. "I didn't mean it that way."
"Well, I could nibble you." He leaned over and lightly nipped Gray's ear.
Gray's hand clapped over his ear as his face turned bright red. "Stop it! That's gross."
He grinned deviously. "Do you like biting, Gray?"
"Sh-shut up!"
Natsu gave him a predatory smile. "Dragons do like to bite, ya know."
His face steamed like frost in the sunshine. "I said shut the hell up!"
They playfully teased one another through the rest of the evening. When at last Natsu left and Gray collapsed into bed, he fell asleep with a smile on his face for the first time in months.

Next Chapter: "Fiery Fantasies"
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