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Catch the Thunder	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 17789 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter 74
Like an Emperor
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Back at the hotel, Freed was soaking in the jacuzzi, steam glistening on his bare skin, jet bubbles popping around him, his head tipped back and his mouth hanging open as he moaned sensually.
"Soooo good," he said with a low, purring rumble.
Across the way, Laxus sat with Freed's foot on his lap, digging his thumbs in as he rubbed out the ache of a day of walking. Maybe Freed was acting like that on purpose, maybe he simply did not realize how sexy he was. Laxus often could not tell the difference. In any case, he wanted to pleasure Freed, to spoil him and treat him like royalty.
Like a Roman Emperor.
He had already massaged Freed's right foot, forced to sit there and listen to the sensual humming. Now Laxus was getting the left foot, really driving his thumbs into the arch, hoping to get more moans from him. He was just about at his limit of what he could handle without pouncing on Freed and taking him.
Freed's head lifted, his half-lidded eyes turned to Laxus, and now he had a smirk.
That goddamn sexy smirk that told Laxus that Freed the Dark and Devilish Incubus had been let out of his cage.
His foot shifted, and his toes stroked along Laxus' cock that was already half hard from watching him naked and moaning. Maybe the movement of his foot was a bit awkward, rubbing the cock from side to side mostly, but Freed liked to see how Laxus shuddered at the touch.
Freed pulled his foot back, shifted through the water, and straddled Laxus' lap. They kissed deeply as their bodies surged up against each other, frotting urgently as they both needed to feel one another. Laxus grabbed Freed's ass and pulled him in tighter. Freed dug his fingers into Laxus' broad shoulders and used them to anchor himself as he made needy thrusts up against him.
"Shit, Freed!"
He reached down, ready to stroke them both, but Freed snatched away his wrist. Not breaking the kiss, he pulled the hand up to his chest. Laxus understood, and he softly pinched Freed's nipples. With his tongue plunged into Laxus' mouth, he let out a loud moan, and his lungs convulsed.
Laxus warned, "Keep that up and I'm gonna blow."
Freed pulled back, and the flush on his cheeks only highlighted the devious glint in his eyes. "We wouldn't want to mess the jacuzzi. That's a pain to clean up."
He stood, and Laxus felt disappointed. He would not have minded making love in the water, although it required special lube that they had not brought with them. He watched as Freed rose, water dripping and slithering down pale, muscular limbs and dotting tiny pearls along his erection. Before he could lean in to lick the water off, Freed stepped out and wrapped himself up in a plush robe.
The tease!
Freed did not even wait. He walked out of the bathroom, so Laxus hurried up, set the jacuzzi to drain, grabbed his own robe, and hastily tied his belt on so he could follow Freed and see what he had in mind next.
Freed went into the main room of the hotel suite and poured himself a glass of wine. He then walked to the massive glass door leading out to the balcony. He smiled as he looked out over Rome. Lights twinkled and whole buildings were lit up. Rome was alive even late at night.
He saw in the glass reflection, Laxus was stalking up behind him. Freed took another sip of wine and set it aside. Just then, Laxus came right up to him and wrapped Freed up in his arms, like he had to hold onto his prey to keep him from escaping. He kissed the back of his head, down to his cloth-covered shoulders. Then Laxus released one arm, moved Freed's hair aside, and exposed the pale curve of his neck. He peppered kisses, and Freed hummed in pleasure at the heat nipping at his skin.
Then Laxus' hand went down, and he lifted the back of Freed's robe. Freed smiled to himself, pretending like he did not notice. He did, though. And he noticed even more when he felt Laxus' cock nestle right into the crack of his butt. Laxus gave slow thrusts, sliding along Freed's crack and pushing him up against the glass.
Freed laughed softly. "This reminds me a bit of our first night together. Remember that?"
"Of course I do," Laxus said between nips to Freed's neck. "Although back then, I only used my hand, and I came all over your face."
Freed smiled to himself. "The first time in my life I ever tasted cum."
"Is that so? You never thought to taste your own?"
"What? No!" he said, grimacing at the idea.
"Yours tastes good, though." Just then, Freed heard the lid of a bottle pop open. "A shame I don't plan to spew on your face again. Not this time, at least." Freed heard the bottle top snap closed. "Hold on tight."
Freed felt Laxus spread his butt cheeks, and then the tip of his cock pressed up. He tried to relax, tried to open himself up to Laxus, loosening all muscles below the waist as he felt the tip pierce in. Freed moaned and held onto the glass door.
"You're so tight," Laxus whispered into Freed's ear as he nibbled around it.
"M-More lube."
"Ya got it."
Freed panted as just the tip of Laxus' cock already had him aching. He heard the bottle cap again and more lube squirt out. He grabbed his wine and finished off the glass before they really got into this. Then he felt Laxus grab his hips to pull Freed back onto his cock. With more lube, he slid in even easier.
"Oh God!"
"Loosen up again."
He did, but being pierced by such a wide shaft ached and made him tremble from pleasure edged with pain. He dropped his head, trying to focus and calm his breathing so he could keep his muscles from tensing up.
"That's it. Oh fuck yeah, that's it," Laxus moaned as he slid snugly up inside him. "Very good. See, I got all the way in. I bet you really feel that inside ya!"
He did! So deep, so full, almost painful except his nerves tingled in ecstasy.
"Turn your face up."
Freed lifted his chin and saw himself in the reflection of the glass, his cheeks flushed, his mouth hanging open, looking like an erotic mess. Just then, he felt Laxus pull back, only to thrust in, smashing him up against the cold glass door.
Freed cried out. It hurt! And it felt so good.
"Keep your eyes up."
He obeyed in rapt anticipation.
"I'm going to spend tonight loving every inch of your body," Laxus whispered, slowly starting to thrust. "My marks," he said, suddenly sucking the side of Freed's neck, "will show everyone that you belong to me. I don't just want Rome to know you're mine," he said, giving more full, long thrusts. "I want the whole world to know."
His voice was low, mesmerizing, melting away Freed's logic, deconstructing his pride, slowly and inevitably consuming him. He was so weak to Laxus … and he wanted Laxus to be weak to him!
"I love you, Laxus."
Their eyes met in the glass reflection, and he saw Laxus' face falter for a moment. He was sensitive to seeing himself in a reflection, and Freed wanted to exploit that.
With a blush on his cheeks, Laxus grumbled, "Are you trying to turn the tables on me? Brat! Should I reward your courage, or punish your fucking audacity?"
That low, deep murmur heightened everything inside Freed to a feverish pitch. In Laxus' arms, he trembled with anticipation, excited for a wild night. He even began to move his hips more, wanting Laxus completely inside of him.
"Look at you, fucking yourself onto my cock. So needy, like a desperate whore."
Freed whimpered. He couldn't stop himself! He wanted Laxus' cock, and his ass yearned for more of that fullness.
Laxus leaned in close and whispered, "Do you trust me?"
"Yes," he said, knowing he always would.
"Open this door."
Freed gasped in shock. Open it? When they were like this? Still, he trusted Laxus, so he unlocked the glass terrace door and slid it open. Right away, he heard city noises.
"Step out with your left foot, walk to the edge of the balcony, and stop there."
Freed still felt Laxus buried deep inside him, but he obeyed. He stepped out with his left foot, and he felt Laxus shadowing him, holding onto his hips to keep himself merged within him. Slowly, walking awkwardly with Freed flinching as he felt the thick cock even more potently, they walked out into the cool night air. Freed went to the edge of the balcony and grabbed hold of the metal railing. After just those few steps, he had to lean over, feeling sore, wonderful, terrified, aroused, humiliated, and eager.
Freed glanced back and forth at the other balconies in the hotel. A few rooms down and up a floor, there was a small party as people laughed and drank wine on the balcony. Down two floors and a little to the other side, a sweet couple were celebrating with wine on the balcony. Directly below, he heard the sound of a car driving by.
"Don't make a sound," Laxus warned, and he pushed in what little bit he had slipped out from walking. Freed slammed his eyes shut as he focused on not moaning. "Do you think Roman emperors would fuck their lovers in the open like this?" he whispered as he pretended to merely be kissing Freed's neck, while his hips made gentle thrusts. "I wonder how much fucking these old buildings have seen. Men and women, two chicks, two guys, threesomes, orgies, probably things we don't even want to think about. How many millions of people have had their asses fucked in this city?"
Freed whimpered and strained to hold back.
"Shh, quiet. Let me know when it's too much."
Laxus lowered his hands to Freed's hips to hold him still as he pulled back and made a slow, cautious thrust back inside. He could feel Freed's whole body tremble, a choked noise as he held back moans, and even the back of his neck was turning red from humiliation.
Making love in the open! He knew Freed liked this sort of thing, as dangerous as it was.
Laxus nipped his ear. "I was thinking: they say all roads lead to Rome, and right now, all of Rome can see you getting fucked up the ass. Imagine if all those people took the roads back home all around the world, and they talked about the gorgeous green-haired man who got his ass filled on the balcony of a fancy-ass hotel."
Freed knew that was ridiculous, but it still filled him with even more humiliation, edging to the limits of what he could handle.
They were making love out in public, not merely in the woods, not hidden away in a car, but open to the night sky, people only a few meters away, with one of the most ancient cities in Europe spread out before them.
Laxus was careful. He kept glancing up at that party. He really wished they weren't there, so he could have really flexed hard into Freed and pushed him more. Instead, he had to hide every thrust with other movements—shifting Freed's hair, clutching him a little closer around the chest, or leaning in to whisper perverse things that made Freed tremble.
His cock ached for more than shallow movements, but he loved the idea of humiliating Freed in the open like this. He would never be so reckless in Magnolia—even sex in the car was dangerous—but here, far away from that world…
He loved to show Freed off, even if these people had no idea what was really going on.
Laxus noticed that Freed's legs were shaking more than usual. He paused, feeling the muscles trembling. He saw Freed reach down to rub out his thigh, probably thinking Laxus did not see it.
But he did, and he realized that Freed's legs must hurt from all the walking.
He pulled out, and Freed squawked in a moment of shock and protest. Seeing that he was hoping for more delighted Laxus, but he did not want Freed to actually hurt.
"Let's go back inside."
Obediently, Freed walked back in, and Laxus closed to balcony door. Then Laxus swooped down and lifted Freed up into his arms.
"You're so fucking stubborn sometimes."
He carried Freed to the bed and gently laid him down on the covers. Freed began to reach for the robe's belt, but Laxus placed a hand over his wrist.
"Lie there, just like that. I want to see you dressed in a robe on top of this sumptuous bed." He smiled as he gazed upon Freed. "You look like a Roman emperor this way." He got down on the bed between Freed's legs. "I want to worship you like one."
He kissed up and down Freed's thighs, teasing him, but also rubbing out any lingering muscle cramps. Once he felt the tense muscles relax, he moved further up. Slowly, taking his time, he worked his way to Freed's hips, kissing and teasing, until finally plunging his mouth down onto Freed's cock and taking the whole thing in one gulp.
"Oh fuck!" Freed groaned.
Laxus smirked with his mouth full. When Freed cussed, he knew he was really enjoying it.
He did not suck for long. He pulled back, pressed Freed's legs up to his chest, and spread his butt cheeks again. Then he leaned over and licked Freed's hole. His tongue made small stabs inside, and Freed shivered.
"I wonder," Laxus said, licking around the rim, "if this hole will be golden after shitting tomorrow."
"What?" Freed asked in confusion.
"Gold leaf. You shit it out, right? Next time you poop, I wanna see if your hole is glittery. Make sure you let me inspect."
Freed had to laugh, although Laxus' mouth made it brief before he moaned again.
"Tell me," Laxus said, drawing his tongue in a circle around his hole and up his taint. "Tell me what you want."
Freed got that devious glint in his eyes again. "Say, your majesty."
Laxus laughed and raised up to gaze upon Freed. "Of course, that is what I should call my emperor, after all. Well then, tell me what you want, your majesty."
Freed bit his lip as he thought about it. After a moment, he reached forward, hooked his finger around the end of Laxus' bathrobe belt, and gave it a tug to pull it apart.
"Take the belt," he whispered, "and tie my hands to the headboard."
Laxus unthreaded his belt, carefully bound Freed's wrists together, and tied the other end of the belt to the headboard.
"Get naked. An emperor keeps naked servants, right?"
"Servant?" Laxus questioned, not amused by that.
"Should I say sex slave?"
"Fuck you. How about concubine?"
"I'm surprised you know that word."
"Fuck you again."
"Offer accepted. Although, my concubine has quite a dirty mouth," he teased.
"Well, it has been eating your ass."
Freed smirked. "Indeed. How about my concubine use his gladius?"
Laxus arched an eyebrow. "My what?"
Freed sighed and shook his head. "It's a gladiator's sword. Come on, we saw a few of them today."
"I wasn't exactly looking at ancient swords when I'm too busy thinking about your sword."
Freed chuckled softly. "I guess I'm the one with the sword fascination."
Laxus stroked Freed's cheek. "Right now, you should only be thinking about one sword: mine!"
"Oh, I'm thinking about it!" Freed purred.
Laxus pulled the lube bottle out of his robe's pocket before stripped from the robe and tossing it aside. He added more lube to his erection and slowly slid back into Freed.
Freed moaned at the gentle way Laxus made love to him, his body undulating slowly at first, while they kissed and whispered soft words of just how good it felt. It was almost too much, but he knew he wanted to hold back.
Like that first night together, he wanted to wait until Laxus was ready.
He was amused to see that this was not going to take much. Maybe it was the cultural overload ever since they arrived, maybe over an hour of foreplay, maybe the imagination of fucking Emperor Freed, or the setting in this ancient palace-turned-hotel. Whatever the case, Laxus was already getting overwhelmed.
"Fuck! Gonna blow soon. Should I stop?"
"Yes. Untie me."
Laxus cursed under his breath. He liked seeing Freed tied up. However, once the binding was removed, Freed immediately got up on his knees.
"Lay your robe out under you. Face up."
Laxus was enthralled by how Freed could be such a masochist but also so fucking dominant.
It was hot!
Laxus picked the discarded robe up off the floor and spread it out on top of the bed covers so they would not get messy. He flopped down on top of the robe and watched as Freed straddled over him. Holding onto Laxus' cock to steady it, he sank down, moaning long and slow as he went down, down, deeper.
"Fuck, so big!"
As Freed rode on top, Laxus gazed up, utterly enamored by him. Best of all was the fresco painted on the bedroom ceiling. It was an image like heaven, and here was his white-robed Green Angel. Laxus almost feared touching Freed, lest he corrupt such perfection. All he wanted to do was watch and be awestruck.
"Laxus, please. Touch me."
How could he deny the request of an angel?
He reached forward and stroked Freed's cock. It was already leaking, and Freed bit on his lip, trying to hold himself back.
Was he waiting for Laxus, just like that first day?
Laxus recalled, back then, he had gotten Freed to come first by slapping his leg. He had denied Freed of his wish to let Laxus come first.
He would respect that wish this time.
Freed really began to get into it and rode him harder. His hair went wild, his grunts were loud and lewd, and he looked like nothing in the world could stop him now that he was getting the pleasure he craved. The white bathrobe was falling apart, exposing Freed's chest and drooping off one shoulder. As Laxus felt Freed tensing up inside, he let go of Freed's cock, grabbed his hips, and snapped up into him. Freed let out a cry of pleasure as Laxus pounded up into his ass.
"Oh fuck! Oh fuck!" Laxus began to chant, feeling his whole body drawing up in pleasure.
"Laxus!" Freed mewled.
His angel.
His incubus.
His one and only.
Laxus let out a loud, deep groan as he burst, filling Freed up. Seconds later, he began to pump Freed's cock faster. Not even three strokes in, Freed erupted with such force, it arched up and hit Laxus in the face.
Laxus gazed at him with that heavenly fresco behind him. What glory to behold!
They were both shaking as jolts continued to shake out. Freed was lost in bliss, the slow and sinking return from .
"You're a messy brat."
Freed gulped and looked down. He saw the white splatter over Laxus' cheek, dripping into his mouth. It was exactly like how Laxus had burst onto Freed's face their first night together.
That symmetry was a bit endearing.
"Should I wipe you up?" Freed offered.
"Nah. My emperor shouldn't do any sort of work."
Laxus licked some of the cum off his lips, took the sleeve of his bathrobe, and wiped the rest away. Then he relaxed on the pillow and gazed up at Freed. His hair a mess, with those two cowlicks sticking up from sweat and roughly riding on top. With that fresco behind him, a pale blue heavenly scene…
Suddenly, Laxus broke into a laugh.
Freed arched an eyebrow in confusion. "What?"
Laxus grabbed Freed's waist and sat up, keeping his cock inside as they faced each other. "There's so much running through my head, and all of it sounds like a load of fucking romantic bullshit."
Freed gave him a tiny kiss. "Then tell me only one thing, no matter how romantic or how bullshit."
Laxus gave back a sweet kiss. "You're more than an emperor to me. More than a slave, or a pet, or any of the things we've pretended."
Freed caressed Laxus' cheek. "What am I?"
Laxus leaned forward until their foreheads pressed together. "My other half. My soul mate. My destiny and my heaven."
Freed's lower lip trembled, and his fingers combed through Laxus' blond hair. "You're right. That is quite some romantic bullshit."
"Shut up, brat," he chuckled.
They gazed at one another for a long time, softly touching each other in reverence.
Laxus whispered, "I'm so fucking lucky to have you."
"Oh, come now," Freed chastised. "Save some of the romantic bullshit for tomorrow."
"Just sayin' the truth."
Freed gave him a kiss. He never really knew what to say when Laxus actually talked romantically. He could act his part when it was all playful mockery and sensual insults, but Freed felt bashful when Laxus showed the depth of his deep admiration. How was he supposed to reply to that when he felt like he was the lucky one here? Luckily, Laxus seemed perfectly fine without talk.
After all, there had been plenty of times when Freed was the romantic one, and Laxus was the one lost for words. Maybe they were both simply bad at figuring out how to accept compliments.
Freed slowly stood up, flinching a little at the ache in his hips. Still in his robe, he limped away to use the toilet.
Laxus stretched and gazed up at the fresco. Whatever artist created this, he was glad it gave him a chance to see what heaven was like with Freed.
"I wish I could've brought the wings."
After a minute, there was a cry of shock from the other room. Laxus bolted up and rushed over to find Freed staring down into the toilet.
"Well," he said awkwardly, pointing down into the toilet bowl, "gold leaf actually does come out like glitter."
Laxus looked at where Freed has released his cum, and with it was a tiny bit of gold glinting in the water.
"Wait." Freed leaned over to check Laxus' cock. "Oh wow!"
Laxus looked down at where he had gone flaccid and saw, sure enough, there was a little gold there as well.
Freed whispered to himself, "Man with the golden dick."
Laxus arched an eyebrow at him. Then he snorted. Freed chuckled as he realized what he just said. Suddenly, they both burst into laughs. For over a minute, they could not stop. Freed grabbed hold of his stomach, and Laxus held onto the sink as he doubled over from laughing so hard.
Laxus confessed through his wheezing laughter, "This is the weirdest post-sex moment of my goddamn life."
"Same," Freed said, wiping away a tear as he could not stop laughing. "I don't think we'll ever beat this one."
After getting over a fit of laughs and lingering giggles, Laxus hugged Freed. "You're such a nerd."
"You love me anyway."
"Damn right I do!"
Laxus went to the shower to wash off lube, cum, and the gold on his cock. After they were cleaned up, they tossed the sweaty, messy robes aside, turned off the lights, and snuggled naked under the blankets.
Laxus kissed his forehead. "Goodnight, Emperor Freed."
He blushed and whispered, "Goodnight, my golden concubine."
They laughed softly again and held each other as they fell asleep.
Next chapter: "Capri Sun"
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