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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17785 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
Disclaimer: Fairy Tail is the property of Hiro Mashima. I make no money, I just do this for my own pleasure.

Chapter List
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DISCLAIMER: I do not own nor profit from "Take You to Heaven" by Nina Nesbitt. It is a beautiful song for our Green Angel.
Chapter 70
Say My Name
"Can you stand?"
Freed, who had been shocked out of subspace at Rufus' attempt at rimming, wanted to feel that high again. The unwanted licks had tainted him, despite Laxus wiping him dry. He needed to feel pure again.
"Yes, master," he answered, hoping to go back to the good place.
Laxus leaned into his ear. "I'll send you back up there, don't worry. You're gonna fly."
Fly? Freed's eyes widened. "You mean…"
"Is that okay?"
"How?" he cried out.
Laxus smirked. "Magic."
Freed rolled his eyes. "Seriously. How?"
"Another anniversary present. Look up, just past the couch."
Freed looked to the ceiling, and his mouth dropped. "When…"
"Surprise," Laxus purred smugly. He leaned into Freed's ear and whispered, "Do you wanna fly?"
"Yes, please!" He shivered as he realized what Laxus wanted, and God did he want it too!
Laxus got up and guided Freed over to another area of the living room. "Stay." He walked into the bedroom and returned with coils of rope.
"Oh, hell yes!" Gray shouted, rushing over to watch.
Bob squealed and clapped his hands. "Oh, my favorite!"
The others came over slower. Natsu carefully held his scarf in place around his waist as he came and looked on curiously as Laxus took the first coil.
"Is he … gonna…"
Sting's eyes lit up. "Shibari!"
Laxus saw that they were gathering. "Back up a bit. I need room."
Everyone politely took a few steps back, knowing that a Dom needed space to work.
Orga stood up. "Follow," he told Rufus, who crawled backwards in order to keep Orga's cock in his mouth as they approached the scene.
Laxus stood in front of Freed and locked eyes with him. He felt deep pride, and Freed gazed at him with complete trust. A shared smile was all they needed to begin. Freed put his wrists together, and Laxus coiled the rope around. Freed's eyes fluttered closed as the rope felt like a firm grip. Then more rope crossed his body, around his chest, and it was like a hug, a sharp and secure embrace that made him sigh in pleasure. More coils bit into his legs, and he gulped as the tension felt so wonderfully secure.
Then there was a slight pinch. "Thigh. Looser."
"Thanks," Laxus said, checking the rope again and making adjustments.
Orga tilted his head as he watched the work keenly. "Locking the knots?" Then he looked up and saw a massive hook in the ceiling. "No fuckin' way!"
"What?" asked Sting. "What do you mean, locking knots?"
Laxus finished the last of the coils. Then he brought forward a large steel ring and attached it to the hook in the ceiling. He had needed permission from the building's manager to do this, being careful to avoid saying why he wanted to install a weigh-bearing hook in the ceiling. Maybe he wasn't the first to ask this, because permission was granted, so long as it was installed professionally. He did all that while Freed was at work, and luckily Freed had never noticed the hook in his ceiling until now.
Laxus looked over to Hibiki. "Nina Nesbitt, Take You to Heaven."
Hibiki found the song and it began to play. Airy vocals with a slow, strong beat pulsed over the speakers. Then everyone, even the three staff members, came forward to watch.
Laxus threaded the multiple lines of rope through the steel ring, double checked everything, made sure safety sheers were nearby in case anything failed, and finally attached one last line of rope to the ring on Freed's collar.
"We'll do this one separately, after you're settled in, okay?"
He nodded, and already his throat felt like the collar was tighter.
Laxus came back around to look Freed in the eyes. "Ready to fly, my angel?"
Wrapped all around, a dozen little hugs striped all across his body, he felt so secure and knew he had nothing to fear. "If it pleases you, master."
Laxus caressed Freed's face. "You please me. Only you." Laxus looked at Freed as the chorus started. "I wanna take you to heaven," he said gently along with the lyrics. "I'm gonna make sure you never think you're here alone."
Freed smiled, remembering how Laxus had done this same thing, speaking over lyrics, their first time making love.
"If you meant forever," he said, and in his eyes, Freed saw that he was referring to their camping trip and saying the marriage safeword, Fini, "then look at me now," he ordered, tipping Freed's chin up. "Just one place left to go. I wanna show you heaven, so take a deep breath," he said in warning, "and I'll take you all the way."
With that, he pulled the ropes taut, and Freed was lifted. He cried out as ropes around his legs, ankles, and connected to the winged harness pulled into his flesh, and his feet left the ground. His legs went up, his head went down, and he cried out, an instinctual fear of falling. Deep in his heart he knew he was perfectly safe. Laxus would never let him fall.
Laxus' muscles bulged as he held onto the ropes. "You okay?"
Knowing the song, Freed chuckled and quoted the next line in time to the music. "Every part of me is for you to take."
Laxus laughed. "I'm here," he said in beat to the lyrics, "I'm here, and I'm not going."
He hoisted more, pulling Freed higher into the air. The last line to be pulled was connected to Freed's collar, and it forced his head up. Freed's throat hitched as it almost felt like he was being choked, yet the line was not tight. He could breathe so long as he kept his head raised.
"You bastards are in luck," Laxus said to the gathering. "You get to admire an angel in flight."
Orga grabbed Rufus and pulled him off his dick. "Look at that!"
He turned around and saw … a real angel. Goose bumps shivered on his skin. Suspended, the white wings made Freed look like a true angel. There was deep euphoria on his face as the ropes dug in, and Freed's mouth was open, trying to breathe with the collar pulled tight.
Rufus could hardly help but whisper, "That must be the look of pleasure an angel gets when they hear the voice of God."
Laxus stroked along Freed's exposed ass, and a groan breathed out of the bound throat. Seeing them together, Rufus realized this angel had his own god.
Orga leaned into Rufus' ear. "Would you like to fly like that?"
Fly? Like an angel? He was nothing but a toy, but … maybe he could feel what being an angel was like. Just once? Some toys could fly, right?
With a longing smile, he nodded his head.
"I'll find the best rigger in the business," Orga promised. "You can be my marionette, a perfect toy for me to control."
"Oh please, yes!" he moaned.
"Toys don't talk." Then Orga slammed Rufus' mouth back onto his cock, almost choking him.
Laxus walked around to the front of Freed and caressed his face. "My perfect angel."
Freed struggled to open his eyes, and the view was of Laxus, one arm bulky as he held the lines, the other stroking Freed's cheek. Besides sharp breaths, Freed made no sound at all, although it was immensely painful and scary. Around him, he saw people moving.
Look at how my master allows me to fly. Admire his work. Admire him! Look at me now.
Sting stepped up to examine the knots. "It's impressive," he said in awe. "How did you learn this?"
"Local fetish club has classes on weekends," he answered.
Sting's eyes lit up. "Oh my God, Rogue, we seriously have to find this place!"
Gray also walked around Freed, being careful not to get too close to the lines. "It's beautiful, but I'm not sure about suspension. Natsu lives on campus, and my own apartment is crap."
"Blue Pegasus fetish club has good rigging equipment. You can rent time, take lessons, have fun with a pro there to make sure you do it safely."
Gray hummed and nodded to himself. "I'd love to tie Natsu up and suspend him."
Natsu grumbled, "I'm a cat, not a canary."
"You like dragons. What if I made you into a dragon for a day?"
"Only if I get wings," he insisted.
"Deal."
Bob began to reach forward to where the rope around Freed's thighs had dug in deep. "So beautiful…"
"Don't touch!" Laxus warned. "If he flinches, it could hurt him. Only look."
Bob stepped back. "He really is breathtaking. Your coiling, it's masterful. Oh, this takes me back! I used to put on little fairy wings and have my Dom suspend me. I was quite the rope bunny in my youth," he said with a titter.
Virgo stepped up to Freed's face, her eyes wide, eager, on the verge of ecstasy. "Does it hurt?" she asked breathlessly.
Freed could barely focus on her face, and when he spoke, the pressure on his throat made his voice ragged. "It hurts … so good!" he said with a moaning sigh.
All the subs in the room shivered with vicarious pleasure.
"All right, not too long," said Laxus. "Back to Earth."
"No!" Freed begged, struggling so he could feel all the ropes in their glory.
"We have a long trip. I don't want you to be sore." He tilted up Freed's chin. "I can suspend you when we get back home, really use you, like I did in that underground playroom."
Freed melted in bliss and nodded. His master was looking out for him, and he would spoil him when they were able to do it safely.
Laxus gently lowered Freed, and slowly the ropes came off. Since he had only been tied up for a few minutes, it did not hurt like his first time, down in the playroom under his family's mansion. Still, Laxus rubbed out the indents pressed into Freed's skin.
Gradually, they all returned to the couches.
"How do you follow up that act?" Gray laughed, realizing it was his and Natsu's turn. "Damn, I'm coming up blank."
Natsu was feeling good from all the stimulation, both to himself and watching others. He rubbed his face against Gray's leg and looked up at him. "Master? You came ready with our stuff, right? Like the collar and leash."
"I was going to take you for a walk after the party."
Natsu bit his lip. "My tail?"
Gray arched an eyebrow.
"Hey!" Orga said in annoyance. "It's supposed to be the dom ordering the sub, not the other way around."
Gray ignored him, petting Natsu's head. "Laxus, do we have permission to use sex toys if I promise not to make him come?"
Laxus' eyes narrowed in suspicion. "What type?"
"Butt plug. Don't worry, I'm going to keep it inside him. He's going to walk home with it in there," he said, snarling lustfully at Natsu, to which Natsu meowed like a cat in heat.
Laxus shrugged. "Just don't make a mess."
Gray got up and fetched a bag he had brought. He pulled out a small one-use packet of lube as well as a butt plug with a cat's tail attached.
"Look at that," Laxus said to Freed. "He's got one too."
Freed smiled, remembering their dip into pet play. So, this was what Natsu preferred, huh? Freed did not blame him. Their one time trying it had been intense.
Gray spread the lube onto the plug and knelt down beside Natsu.
"L-Like last time?" he requested timidly.
"Are you sure?"
Natsu looked around at the others, then nodded swiftly.
"Laxus, I don't want to set this down, so can you tie his wrists together."
"Sure." He got up, fetched one of the ropes he had used on Freed, and brought it over. He wrapped Natsu's forearms together, and Natsu watched him in surprise.
"It feels really good. You need to learn how to do it like him."
"I'll ask for lessons. Now, like last time."
Natsu nodded, reached with his bound hands, and pulled his dick forward. Gray wrapped his lips around it, then reached behind Natsu. He pressed the plug in, and Natsu moaned, thrusting into Gray's mouth.
"Oh damn!" Rogue groaned, flinching as he reached out to Sting's groin. This time, Sting thrust up into his hand.
By the mini bar, Bob bit his lip and looked pained. Virgo looked over to him.
"Do you need to be punished?" she asked.
"Oh, so badly. So badly!" he whispered, trembling with bliss.
Once it was in, Gray pulled his mouth back. He smirked as Natsu looked lost in a whatever sort of heaven cats ascended to.
"Good kitty."
Laxus looked amused. "Nice to know Gray's got good gag reflexes."
Gray spit out a wry laugh. "Who says I take that into my throat? Hell no! It'd get lodged in my lungs. Up my ass, though…"
"Wait, you take it up the ass?" Orga said, looking disgusted. "I thought you were a dom."
"Of course I am, but with a cock like that, you better believe I want it. Come on, have you really never had your ass ridden?"
"No," Orga said sternly.
"And you, Laxus?"
He chuckled and proudly said, "Not often, but when we do switch, Freed's fuckin' amazing."
Freed shank down in happiness and embarrassment.
"You two?" Gray next asked the two bikers.
Sting told him, "Rogue prefers anal, I prefer oral. Rogue's dick is small enough, so it's no problem."
"Shut the fuck up, you asshole," Rogue shot back. "Who choked and literally threw up their first time trying to deep throat?"
"I was drunk! You could have stuck a Twizzler down my throat and I would've puked. Your dick isn't much of a difference," he said with a mocking glare.
"Fuck you!" Rogue snapped.
Sting pouted and wrapped his arms around his boyfriend. "You know I'm joking."
Rogue was not amused. "I know what I'm going to do now that it's our turn."
"Oh?" Sting asked playfully. "Compare dicks with everyone here, see who's the smallest?"
"Fuck you. I'm pissed now." He leaned into Sting, and the blond's eyes widened at the sensual glare. "I think I want to punish you."
Orga chuckled. "Hell yeah, now you're talkin'!"
Sting laughed with a blush coming up on his cheeks. "Are you about to announce a secret kink here, in front of everyone? Don't tell me you're actually into BDSM."
"No clue, but they're into it, so it's safe." He leaned into Sting's ear and whispered secretively. As Sting listened, his eyes widened in shock.
"What?" he screamed.
"If it's not okay, we won't."
Orga groaned. "Screw that! This is supposed to be about ordering and obeying, not 'oh, is this okay, oh, we don't have to, oh, are you all right, did I hurt your fragile little feelings?'" he mocked.
Gray turned to him. "Consent is the most important thing about BDSM. Safe, sane, and consensual."
"My toy obeys everything. I have never needed to seek his consent, because he's a whore who follows my orders perfectly. Hell, I could ask him to fuck a horse, and he would lube up his cock without hesitation. Wouldn't you?" he murmured, stroking Rufus' hair.
He looked horrified and kept his eyes down, shaking his head. "Please, sir."
He hummed lewdly. "That actually sounds like fun. Bestiality is still legal in New Mexico. Perhaps we need a little road trip."
Rufus shivered, but said nothing.
Freed cringed. "You … you've never actually done that, have you?" he asked Rufus.
"No!" he cried out.
Orga shrugged. "There was that dog."
"I did not…" He began to tremble with rage, and he held up a stern finger. "No! You do not lie about me."
"Yeah, sorry," he muttered, stroking Rufus' hair to calm him back down. He looked out at the group. "Don't worry, we've kept it to humans. Mostly. There was that Furry."
Rufus looked ready to vomit. "We do not talk about the Furry."
Orga sighed and stretched his arms above his head. "I wish someone would play with you. My toy is all wound up and chatty suddenly. Get your mouth back on my cock, toy." He slammed Rufus' face down.
Across the way, Rogue narrowed his eyes at them. "Are you done?"
Orga snapped in annoyance, "Let me fuck your boyfriend and I'll tell you when I'm done, bitch."
He shook his head, ignoring the cranky dom. "I need a blindfold."
Orga grabbed Rufus' cravat and threw it over. Rogue caught it in midair and wrapped it around Sting's eyes. Gray offered the rope he had just used on Natsu, and Rogue took it, binding Sting's wrists together behind his back. With a shove, Sting fell to the couch face-first and barely managed to keep his legs upright.
"Blindfolded and tied up?" Sting said in a mocking tone. "You really are suddenly turning into a kinkster on me."
"This is for saying I have a small dick," Rogue said in mock anger. "Cry for me!"
He slapped Sting on the butt three sharp times, and Sting let out a gasp.
"I said cry!"
He slapped his butt three more times, but Sting only sneered. "Fuck you."
Laxus picked up the paddle he had used on Freed. "Here. His pants are still on, so it won't leave an impression. Give it a swing."
"What?" Sting asked, looking around with the blindfold on. "Swing what?"
Rogue took the paddle and felt the weight of it. "Nice," he purred in an undertone. He let it hiss through the air, smacking Sting's ass with a resounding crack.
"Oh fuck!" Sting howled.
"Hey, I like that," Rogue chuckled. He swung again, and Sting arched up with a quivering moan. "Why are you getting hard so suddenly, Sting?" He paddled him again, getting a pained hiss. "Do you like it? Who's the kinkster now?" He hit him again, and Sting collapsed to the ground.
"Stop, stop! Fuck, stop!"
Rogue raised the paddle again, but a massive hand grabbed his wrist. Rogue looked up in surprise to see Laxus had grabbed him, holding him firmly.
"You two don't have a safeword, so I'm stopping this. Besides, he's about to come."
Rogue looked down with a raised eyebrow. "Are you?"
Sting let out a high squeak of protest. Rogue scoffed in annoyance—he had just started to enjoy the idea—and helped Sting back up. He eased him to the couch and removed the blindfold. Sting's cheeks were bright red, and his pants tented sharply with his erection.
"Well shit. I knew you were into shibari, but I always assumed that was something you wanted to learn yourself, not have done to you."
"I do want to learn it," he snapped, breathing hard as his cock pulsed with every heartbeat. "I'd like to do it to you, but … shit," he sighed, collapsing back.
"You really liked that, huh?"
Sting watched as Rogue untied his wrists. "Something to explore."
"Hell yeah. Laxus, give me the number to that fetish club you were talking about with the rope classes."
Laxus reached into his back pocket, pulled out his wallet, and pulled forth a business card. "I used to work there as an electrician and occasional demonstrator," he explained. "That's the website and email. Flare Corona runs the place. She's a bit bitchy, but she keeps the place safe."
"Good. We've thought about trying BDSM but never really did much. If he reacted like that, though," he said, stroking over Sting's wrists. "Definitely something we've gotta explore."
Sting blushed. "You can spank me if I can tie you up."
"We'll figure out what we wanna do."
"Yeah." He cast his gaze down, only to belatedly see the pole poking upward. "Oh fuck, I'm hard!"
"It'll go down," Laxus said, sternly glaring at them in a silent warning not to break his house rules.
Orga grinned wickedly. "I like that idea. Toy, I want you to go around to every person in this party, starting with the staff and ending with Freed. I want all of them to spank you." He turned to the three working food and music. "With your consent, that is." He turned to Gray. "Happy?"
"Better," Gray said.
Rufus slowly pulled his mouth off Orga's cock and raised to his feet. He could not hide his erection, and he walked slowly because of it. He went to Hibiki, but the DJ threw his hands up.
"I pass. I'm only into women."
Rufus obediently walked by and up to Bob. The balding older man chuckled.
"Oh my, it's been years since I've spanked someone. This is exciting!" His crimson lips puckered as he hurried around the alcohol bar. "Ooh, and such a cute butt you have. May I touch it?"
"Please do!" Orga said eagerly. "My toy needs to be played with or he gets cranky."
Bob still looked right into Rufus' eyes. "With your permission."
He nodded, and his eyes shined. "Please." Rufus turned around and leaned over with his hands resting on his knees. "Please play with my master's toy."
Bob's hands caressed along the smooth rump. "What a brilliantly beautiful toy you are! Your ass is almost too perfect to strike. How much am I allowed to touch?"
Rufus answered primly, "You may do anything to my master's toy except damage it beyond repair."
"Anything?" Bob asked, looking shockingly sadistic suddenly.
Orga chuckled, amused to see this aging crossdresser with that sort of predatory glint in his painted eyes. "Touch him anywhere and as much as you want. Hell, you could fuck his ass with a bottle of gin."
"No!" Laxus said sternly.
"Another time," Bob said, still stroking Rufus' ass. Then his hand dipped between his legs, and Rufus let out a shocked cry as the pudgy hand fondled his balls. "Hairless! Your whole body, I notice. Waxing your sack must hurt beyond comprehension." His voice trembled at the erotic thought of how painful it must have been.
Orga told him, "I had him go through laser hair removal. I like that it makes him as smooth as a little boy, but old enough to be perfectly legal."
Bob's hand stroked more between Rufus' legs, gripping his shaft with a long stroke all the way to the tip. "A perfect length," he purred. "You normally top, right? I'd love to dress a hairless boy like you up in a school uniform and have you pleasure me." He looked at the group, some of whom had raised an eyebrow at his fantasy, and Bob laughed awkwardly. "A guilty pleasure. I assured you, I never take anyone below legal age, but…" he added, stroking Rufus with desire in his eyes. "…I do like the ones who look too young. It makes me feel deliciously sinful."
"We'll exchange numbers," Orga said, proud that his sub found the approval of someone else.
Bob leaned into Rufus' ear. "A little something to remember me by." He finally slapped his hand across a butt cheek, barely a pat, but Bob giggled as he went back to his mini bar. "So cute," he said, biting his finger in joy.
"Wash your hands after touching his dick," Laxus shouted.
"Oh, yes, master!" Bob said gleefully, and he left to the kitchen sink.
"Don't ever call me Master again. Only one slave gets to call me Master."
Freed blushed at that possessive declaration.
Rufus took a while to recover from the fondling. He slowly raised up, solidly erect now and looked at who was next. He gulped as he saw it was a woman. Virgo began to take off her cooking gloves and apron.
Orga told the others, "He's pansexual, but back in high school, he only dated women. In fact, he didn't have any sort of sexual relations with a man until me. Isn't that right, my sex toy?" he called over to Rufus.
Rufus said nothing and merely leaned over for Virgo. He had no idea what such a petite woman might do, but the sudden crack across his ass was not at all what he expected. He cried out in immense agony and pulled away from her just as her hand was raised for another strike. Rufus reached behind him, rubbed out the sting, and then looked at his hand, almost positive his ass was bleeding.
Orga rolled back on the couch, laughing wildly. "Damn, girl! That's a hell of a spanking technique. More like a whip. Fuck!"
"My mistress prefers whips," Virgo said, giving them a polite bow.
Laxus looked impressed. "I need to learn that."
Freed shot him a scathing look. "I don't think so."
"Now, if you'll excuse me," Virgo said, bowing to Rufus, "I am required by law to wash my hands. May I use your bathroom, sir?"
"Down the hall to the left," Laxus told her.
Bob hurried over to Rufus. "That really sounded painful. Are you okay, doll? Oh! It's coming up pink." He leaned over and peppered kisses over Rufus' aching ass. "I have some ice if you need it. I could rub it on," he offered sensually.
"He's fine," Orga said, and he waved Rufus back over to their group. "Sting, Rogue, have at him. My toy can take plenty of rough play." Then he turned back to Laxus. "He looks like such a long-haired Ken doll, but he's really a whore. A prim and brilliant little rich boy like him, you'd think he'd be a virgin to his wedding day, but he slept around."
Rufus retorted as he walked back to the group, "It was only two girls in high school, and I had dated each of them for over six months before we slept together."
"Maybe only two who slept with you, but how many blew your dick? You're still a whore. Wanna know how many people I slept with in high school? None!"
Laxus muttered sarcastically, "I can't imagine why you couldn't get a date."
"Fuck you. Plenty of boys and girls blew my dick; I just never was interested in sticking it into anything but mouths. That's why I let other men pleasure my toy while I watch. If you consider virginity being putting your dick into a vag or an ass, I'm a goddamn fucking virgin. Mouths only. Hey, how about one of you has him suck your cock while the other spanks him. He loves that. He's never bitten, either. Insane self control!"
"No thanks," Rogue said with a grimace. He saw the pink hand print on Rufus' ass and took pity on him, delivering a soft spank to the other butt cheek. Then Rufus turned to Sting, who did the same thing, hard enough for a slight crack but not at all meant to be painful.
"Wimps," Orga mocked. "How about you, Laxus? I bet you slept around like crazy."
He shook his head. "Freed was my first, and I was his first."
Orga's mouth dropped. "You … you're kidding me! But you did that shit for money."
Natsu had been ready to spank Rufus next, but he paused with his hand in the air. "For money?"
Freed gasped. No! He did not want people to know about Laxus' past.
"I acted as a sadist for money, I didn't fuck 'em." Laxus shook his head in disgust. "In fact, I ain't spanking your little toy unless you pay me."
Orga laughed, but Laxus folded his arms, looking dead serious. Orga saw his challenging glare and scowled.
"How much?"
"Depends on what you want."
"I want him to suck Freed's dick while you spank the fuck out of him until he screams Freed's name while choking on that golden cage."
"Fuck you. Ain't happening."
"How about sucking your dick while Freed—"
"No!"
Orga watched as Natsu and Gray both delivered spanks, nothing at all like the crack from Virgo. He growled at the lack of enthusiasm these people were showing.
"Seriously, is my toy not good enough? Come here!" he shouted.
Rufus came over, and as soon as he was close enough, Orga grabbed him, swung him over his lap, and delivered rapid flat-handed smacks to his ass. Rufus finally cried out, and Orga stopped, shoving him off to the floor. Orga reached into his back pocket, pulled out a wallet, and flipped out a few dollar bills. Then he shoved the money at Rufus.
"Crawl over there, hand the money to him, and beg him to spank you until you scream your safeword. Laxus, he's warmed up for you. Give him hell. I wanna hear him cry. Freed." His voice dropped out of its shouting, and he instead addressed him respectfully. "If you would, be eye-level with my toy, hold his head up if he tries to drop it, and make him look at you. This is punishment for making a scene at your parents' summer party. Make sure he knows this is punishment because of what he did to you. I want him to realize, that is never okay." He looked honestly angry, as if the idea that his boyfriend had tried to tarnish the reputation of a coworker like Laxus was repulsive to him.
"Understood," Freed said, and he looked to Laxus. "With your permission, master, I will be touching his face."
"And with your permission," Laxus said smugly, taking the money Rufus had brought over and cramming it into his pocket, "I'm gonna spank the shit of this bastard."
"Please don't. The mess would smell horrible," Freed said wryly.
Laxus laughed and patted his lap. "Get up here, bitch boy."
Rufus settled himself over Laxus' thighs, using his hands to hold himself up. Then he saw white feathered wings, and he raised his head to see Freed kneeling in front of him.
"Do you know why you're being punished?" Freed asked coldly.
Rufus was breathing hard already from the sting of Orga's hand. "I did nothing wrong."
A heavy strike fell to his ass, and Rufus gasped. Virgo's spank was like a slicing whip, Orga's were like a rough leather belt, but Laxus' were like a heavy, weighted paddle with his massive hand and bulging muscles.
"You said a very cruel thing about my master," Freed said impassively. "That displeases me." Another spank fell heavily to Rufus' ass. Freed grabbed Rufus' chin to hold it up as he shuddered in pain. "Tell me, what did you do to displease me?"
Gray leaned back in amusement. "Damn, which one's the sadist here?"
Natsu rubbed a shiver out of his arms and bit his lip as he watched Freed. "He … sounds hot."
Gray sharply glared down at him. "Don't listen!"
Rufus gulped as he looked into the eyes of the man he had crushed on for years. "I warned you about Laxus."
"You told me, and I quote, 'he's seriously bad news. He plays around.'"
"I didn't know!"
Another strike hit him across the ass, and Rufus hissed back the cry of pain.
"I understand that you didn't know that was me at the club, but you still told me—in public, at my family's summer party—that my boyfriend was cheating on me. You could have emailed me, texted, told me in a dozen better ways. Instead, you called him a player and a cheater, to my face, in public, when I had a hundred important guests all around me."
Laxus gave him three more thudding spanks, and a sob shook out of Rufus' chest. Tears began to stream down his eyes, yet he continued to take the punishment.
"Did you want to see me break down in front of my family's clients and friends?"
"No!" he sobbed.
"The truth!" Freed shouted, and Laxus delivered another heavy spank.
"All right!" he yelled, shivering from the erotic torment. "Maybe … maybe I should have waited. I saw Laxus at the party, and then I saw you, and it was obvious you two were dating, and … I wasn't thinking about humiliating you, but I should have realized…" Another spank echoed through the apartment. "I'm sorry," he sobbed. "I'm sorry. I … I wanted … I wanted…"
Laxus spanked him again. "What did you want, bitch?"
He screamed out, "I wanted you to break up with him."
"What?" Freed sneered. Laxus raised his palm for an enraged hit, but Freed held a hand up, stopping him.
"I barely knew Orga," Rufus explained between thick sobs. "He … he saved me, like he said, but I still … I was still…" He trembled, holding back the words, but finally Rufus shot his head up. In a burst of inflamed passion, he screamed at the green angel in front of him. "Dammit, Freed, do you realize how sexy you are?"
Freed was taking aback by the yell, but now that it was out, Rufus poured out his soul.
"Laxus puts you in wings, but you are a walking god. I wanted you! I wanted you so badly that seeing you with another man hurt. I hoped you would break up with him, so I could comfort you, be there for you, hold you and love you and—"
This time, it was Freed's hand that flew out, striking Rufus across the face. The blond's head turned to the side, stunned and speechless. Everyone in the room froze, and Orga's eyes narrowed.
"You're repulsive," Freed whispered in disgust. "You tried to crush me, in public, in front of my family and friends, in front of important business partners and politicians, with the media all around! You wanted me to crumble in front of them all. For what?" he yelled. "So I'd break up with my boyfriend, and then you would break up with your boyfriend, all so you could manipulate me into some relationship based more on business deals than love? You sicken me." He stood up and took a step back. "I'm not going to touch you. You hold your own head up. I want your eyes on me as you're punished." He waited, but Rufus still looked stunned at the face slap. "I said eyes on me," Freed shouted.
His head went up, astonished by Freed's domineering voice.
Freed's eyes slid over to Laxus, who was waiting for instructions. With a nod, the massive hand raised again and slammed down, far harder than the other spanks, filled with raw rage. Rufus' face tensed up in pain.
"Eyes up!" Freed shouted. Rufus gasped and looked up to him. "Don't you dare even blink until you scream my name … bitch."
Gray covered his mouth to hold back a huge smile. "Nice," he whispered, impressed by Freed's authority.
Spanks rained down, slap after slap, stinging, then burning, then brutal. Rufus felt like his hips were going to shatter, yet he still held back his safeword. To end this, he had to say Freed's full name. Yet looking up at him, an angel overseeing divine punishment, Rufus felt unworthy to say this seraph's name, like it was taboo to profane the name by a mere mortal uttering it.
Freed's eyes were cold and merciless, not at all the man Rufus had thought he would be. He was a submissive, but … was he really? If they had gotten into a relationship, would Freed have dominated him like this … and would he had loved it as much as he did now?
Laxus sneered. "Bastard's about to break. Make him say it already."
Freed stepped forward, grabbed a handful of long, blond hair, and yanked Rufus' head up. "You're beyond your limit. Did you think I wouldn't notice? Something's holding you back. Say my name."
Rufus sobbed, but his mouth would not work.
"Say it," he commanded, trying a quieter, colder voice.
Rufus' chest hiccuped. How could he utter the name of this hallowed, heavenly being?
Freed recognized the look of ultimate adoration. Damn, he thought to himself. He would have to change his approach. He let go of Rufus' hair and dropped to his knees.
"Hey," he said gently, stroking a finger over Rufus' lips. They trembled as he stared in awe. Freed leaned in closer, right up to his face. "I want to hear you say my name," he whispered.
Laxus' eyes went wide. What the hell was Freed doing? Although Laxus did not like seeing Freed act sensually to another man, he figured he would let him work his magic. He held back from spanking while Freed looked at Rufus with tenderness.
Rufus sobbed uncontrollably. If he said it, it ended, and he didn't want Freed to leave. Even if he shattered, even if he died, he wanted to bask in the glory of the Green Angel.
Freed saw the stubbornness settling in stronger. "Rufus, say my full name. End this."
"No!" he cried out, ready to risk divine retribution.
"You've broken. End it already."
He sobbed and shook his head.
"It's okay," he said, his face inched even closer, his eyelids lowered and gentle. His hand caressed Rufus' cheek. "I'll still be here. You can end this round of the game, and I'll still be here. You're allowed, Rufus." He pressed their foreheads together as he heard shaking, ragged breaks. "You're allowed to say my name. Please, let me hear it."
Rufus melted, almost feeling the heat of Freed's lips. A smile struggled up at this benediction, his angel granting him a blessing.
"Freed," he whispered.
"Yes," he sighed, touching Rufus' lips to praise them. "Again. Let me hear your voice saying my name."
He sank and tears flowed down. "Freed," he sobbed.
"You broke a while ago, didn't you?"
He nodded in tearful confession.
"You can say it now. Say my name, and end it all."
"No…"
"I'll still be here. It's okay."
It was like an angel telling him to give up life and ascend to heaven. It was scary, but bliss laid beyond the veil. "Fr- … Freed … Al-…"
"Say it," Freed said firmer.
He gulped hard. "… -b-bion … Br- … Brontë … J-Just- … -stine."
Freed stood up and took a step back. "Again. Clearer."
He shook his head. Wasn't once enough for salvation?
Laxus slapped his hand over Rufus' ass. "He said say it!"
Rufus shuddered, and between jolting tears he said, "Freed … Al-… Albion … Bron- … B-Bron-…"
Laxus spanked him again. "Scream it, bitch!"
Freed was ready to tell Laxus to stop, this was not helping, but right then Rufus slammed his eyes shut and shouted at the top of his voice, "Freed Albion Brontë Justine!"
Instantly, Laxus shoved him off his lap, and Rufus curled into himself on the ground. Freed shot Laxus a harsh look. Okay, he was going to get a serious scolding for doing that. Laxus knew better than to mistreat a sub and hurt them after they said a safeword. Luckily, Orga was beside him in a flash, hugging Rufus and stroking his hair.
"I think you broke my toy," he muttered with a glare at Laxus.
Laxus flexed out his hand. "It's what you paid me to do. I have no regrets."
Still, he flinched from the pain in his hand and realized he also might have pushed himself a little too far. Freed noticed something dark in Laxus' eyes and held back scolding him for now. If he was not in his right mind, that explained a few things. He sat beside Laxus and took his reddened hand, massaging it with soft, tender fingers.
Laxus flinched, angry at himself for a million reasons, foremost in his mind that he feared what this scene had forced Freed to do. Also, for a moment there, he had honestly wanted to hurt Rufus, violently, and he knew Freed had to know that as well. He had a sinking feeling of guilt at letting that side of him escape. What sort of Dom was he, if he allowed jealousy to turn a playful sexy game into a vicious beating? He sighed and leaned into Freed, needing him to rub away the feel of another man's ass from his hand and the growing darkness from his heart.
"Bob, drinks all around," Laxus declared. "We'll take a break. Get dressed if you want, or stay as you are." He turned to Freed. "What do you want?"
"I'll go with you," he said, clinging to Laxus' arm. "I need to walk." Mostly, Freed was worried about letting Laxus be alone.
Laxus helped Freed up, and they walked around where Orga was still on the ground, quietly soothing Rufus. Freed overheard some of the whispers.
"You can let five men fuck you, but he just touches your lips and you crumble. Seriously!"
"I'm sorry, sir."
Freed clutched a little tighter to Laxus, and an arm went around him, stroking his shoulder.
"Are you okay?"
He looked dazed. "I had no idea he had a crush on me."
Laxus squeezed him closer. "I told you, you're sexy." He went up to Bob. "Whiskey, neat." With a weary sigh, he muttered, "Make it a double." He looked to Freed. "Do you want alcohol, or something else?"
"Juice," he whispered.
"We've got some in the fridge." Laxus left Freed by the mini bar. Sting and Rogue both wanted spiced rum. Gray had pulled his clothes back on and wanted a White Russian. Natsu also got dressed but still wore his collar as he walked up and asked for a Backdraft; however, Laxus had set a rule of no flaming drinks, so he settled for a simple double shot of Fireball Whisky.
Laxus brought a glass of orange juice over to Bob and told him to add a splash of vodka. He wanted Freed to relax, but not have him drunk and unable to consent properly. Then he had a Green Hornet made for Orga and a Gimlet for Rufus, hoping these could work as a peace offering. He took the drinks over to the two and checked on Rufus.
"How's he doing?"
"He'll be okay," Orga said, stroking Rufus' long hair. He accepted the drinks but set his to the side, focusing on getting Rufus settled first. "Here, drink up. He even got you your favorite. How did you know, by the way?" he asked Laxus, surprised that he had picked their drinks perfectly.
"I know you love Green Hornets, and Freed told me once that when he and Rufus went on a date, he had ordered a vodka gimlet. This is a real one, with gin. Unless you really love that vodka frat boy shit."
Rufus took the glass and cautiously sipped it. "That's good gin."
"I told Bob to bring only top shelf. If I'm gonna serve drinks at my own party, it's gonna be good shit." He knelt down beside Rufus. "Hey, sorry I didn't realize you had broken sooner. Next time, use the safeword. It's there for a reason."
Rufus dropped his head. "I … couldn't. I couldn't say it." He looked ready to cry again. "I couldn't … say his name."
Orga wrapped Rufus up tighter. "Dammit, what can I do to make you forget him? You've gotta move on. You've gotta!"
"It hurts," he sobbed.
"I know, doll," he whispered, kissing Rufus' hair. "I know, but you've gotta move on. It's not healthy. Sheesh, I hope this party fixes you."
Laxus also put a hand on him, instinctively feeling a need to calm down this broken submissive. "Freed had no idea. He didn't shoot you down to spite you."
"I know," Rufus sighed. Then he laughed bitterly. "She warned me. Mavis said, if I didn't ask him out, he would be taken away, but I really thought it was best to wait." He sank into Orga. "I missed my chance. I … lost him."
"You did," Laxus said, his voice thudding like a hammer hitting the final nail into the coffin of Rufus' feelings. Orga glared at him for rubbing in the pain, but Laxus knew that Rufus needed to understand one thing. "Freed is not yours to lust over. He was already with me for nine months by the time you built up the courage to talk to him. You had four years, and you missed your chance. So learn from this. It hurts, but take it as a lesson. Study what you did wrong, and next time…" He leaned in close so Rufus would look at him. "…next time, when you fall for someone, grab them up with both hands. Tell them right away, or you'll regret it for the rest of your life."
Rufus smiled sadly and nodded. "'Learn from your mistakes.' My father used to tell me that. I always thought it was best to study every situation, learn everything I can about it, until I knew there was no possibility I would ever make a mistake. It's how I remained top in my class at every school. But … I guess … with love, you can't learn everything about that person until you take a chance. You learn as you go, and there's no studying ahead of time."
Laxus nodded and patted Rufus' shoulder. "You learned a hard lesson, but you're a smart guy, and you've got a helluva partner to help you out."
Orga's arms tightened around Rufus to show he was safe.
"Ya know, Freed wouldn't mind being your friend."
Rufus looked up to him, but his eyes shifted just behind Laxus, widening in fear. Laxus turned around and saw Freed standing there, gazing down like a real angel upon a fallen soul.
"I'd be honored," Freed said, and Rufus trembled at hearing his voice. "I admired you. Back in university, I would have been overwhelmed if you had asked to be my friend, but now…" He stood behind his boyfriend and placed his hands on the broad, muscular shoulders. "I love Laxus, and I don't feel comfortable having you lusting over me."
Rufus dropped his head. "I'm sorry."
"I'll forgive you, but only if you cease this obsession. Once you do, once you can tell me honestly that you can look at me and not think impure thoughts, try to offer me your friendship. If you really have gotten over me at that time, I would be honored to be your friend."
Rufus struggling, wanting to smile but feeling awful deep inside.
"In the meantime," Freed continued, "you have a strong partner. If the dynamic you two have works for you, then he is very generous to let you indulge in it." He saw the tenderness in Orga's eyes and the gentleness in those brawny arms. For how rough his talk and how brutal his humiliation, Orga obviously treasured Rufus. "He loves you very much, so give him a chance."
Rufus' mouth dropped, and he looked around to Orga. "L-Love? Wait, do you … are you really in love with me?"
"The fuck ya talkin' about? Of course I am!"
"You've never said it," Rufus shouted.
"'Cuz I don't say shit like that."
"I would've liked to have known," he yelled.
"You were still lusting after him," he bellowed back, nodding briefly over to Freed. "If I had told you, ya would've shot me down."
"And if you never told me, I might have left." Something suddenly dawned on Rufus. "If … if you never tell the person you love … you can lose them." He clung to Orga, shaking with new, different tears. "Dammit, I lost him; I don't want to lose you too … you stupid meathead."
Orga stroked along his hair. "Could you want me as a lover and not just your Dom?"
Rufus now smiled and blushed, and through his tears he nodded.
"Then will you go out with me?"
Rufus laughed through his sobs. "That's cruel, asking me out in front of him. Sadist."
"Ya damn straight!"
Rufus pulled back, smiling warmly up at Orga, his wet eyes glowing. Then he coldly answered, "No."
"What?" Orga roared.
"I'm not in the right headspace for this, and I want you to ask me out romantically," he said with arrogance.
"You pratty long-haired Ken doll."
Rufus turned his face away. "I won't agree until you do it right."
"You little…" He sneered and blurted out, "Fine! Tell me what I need to do."
Rufus looked pleased at getting his way. "Well first, I want a dinner."
"Yeah, okay." Sounded reasonable.
"It needs to be at a nice restaurant," and he glared accusingly, "not McDonald's!"
Orga rolled his eyes. "Alllllright…"
"And you have to pay for it."
"WHAT?" he bellowed.
Rufus looked aside flippantly. "Well, I'm not going to pay for it."
"Wha- … you damn little rich boy!" he snarled.
Rufus looked like this was not at all up for debate. "You have to."
Laxus rose and stepped back to Freed. "Let's give them a moment."
Freed agreed, happy to see these two just now discovering love, and he left them to work things out.
Orga sighed, knowing that winning a debate with Rufus was impossible when he acted like this. "So, I can ask you out at the restaurant?"
Rufus' mouth dropped, as if the idea was most scandalous suggestion he had ever heard. "No, of course not! That's a public place; I don't want you to ask me out there."
"What the hell, then?" Orga growled in frustration. How demanding could one man be?
"After the restaurant," Rufus explained patiently, "you have to take me out for a walk, somewhere nice, like the beach."
"Why can't I just take you out to the beach? Why the restaurant?"
Rufus narrowed his eyes. "Because I want a date." Seriously! He had to spell this out to his meathead lover, explaining basics of romance using tiny words.
Freed chuckled at hearing the two hammering out details about how to go about changing from a Dominant who arranged for his Sub to be fucked by other men, to two soon-to-be boyfriends. They probably had a lot to work out, new boundaries to set, a whole new dynamic between them ready to unfold.
Personally, Freed hoped this strange relationship blossomed. He saw a lot of himself and Laxus in the way they acted, the way Orga could act cold and yet so obviously adored Rufus, ready to do everything in his power to make him happy, even stepping way out of his comfort zone, and the way Rufus could act submissive yet obviously held most of the power between them, a man who knew precisely how to best pleasure him and would demand nothing less than perfection.
If it could work for them, then Freed was that much more positive that things would work out between him and Laxus.
Laxus brought a coat over for Freed, draping it around his shoulders, although the wings made it stick out. Still, Freed cuddled into the oversize coat, happy to smell the scent of his lover in the fabric, knowing Laxus took such good care of him out of deep love and adoration. With another glance at Rufus and Orga still arguing quietly about their plans to try dating, he sipped his drink with a hopeful smile.
Next Chapter: "Pinkie and Greenie"
A/N: If Freed knew Rufus had broken, why did he force him to say his name? This has a lot to do with safely easing a person out of BDSM subspace. Suddenly stopping could have mental and emotional health consequences. Rufus had to realize he had broken and be willing to end it with the safeword, which he stubbornly refused to do. Simply stopping the scene would have spiraled Rufus into deeper obsession as well as possibly caused sub-drop, where you have an endorphin crash that leads to depression and suicidal thoughts. (A very serious issue good BDSM practitioners try to avoid.) Freed needed to be certain Rufus knew what saying his name meant, which is why he stepped back and demanded that he say it again. Not because he's being sadistic, but being just cold enough to make Rufus realize his kindness was not something to be manipulated; he was serious about Rufus ending this on his own terms. Laxus should not have spanked him at that point (Rufus had said the safeword so all punishment should have ended right there) but Laxus had pushed himself past his own limits. It's hinted that his emotional state might not be all there after punishing a man who openly lusted after his boyfriend. (More on that next chapter.)
Freed Albion Brontë Justine - When I was thinking of a middle name for Freed, I turned to a couple of fellow Fraxus fans. One recommended Brontë, as the name means "thunder" and thus ties Freed to Laxus. The other (the most incredible Freed cosplayer in the world, SassQueenJustine, who has inspired a few chapters) pointed out that Hiro Mashima's original design for our green-haired swordsman listed him with the name "Albion." So, figuring he's from an elite family and they tend to use multiple middle names, I gave him two middle names.
Originally, this entire party scene was all one REALLY long chapter. I decided to break it into 4 parts AFTER making a 3+ hour recording. I learned an easy trick to get rid of the laptop fan noise that has plagued my recordings since getting my new computer. (I'm poor, I don't have fancy equipment, just the laptop that I write, edit, record audios, write music, draw art on, and do all my at-home work on.) I was happy to get a chance to show Laxus speak-singing, or as we call it in music, Sprechgesang. He's done it a few times, like with "In A Gadda Da Vida" their first time making love. (Headcanon: Laxus can't sing, but he likes the idea of serenading Freed.)
AUDIO DRAMA: https://chirb.it/vML89A
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