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Chapter 8
Drunk Dialing
Gray punched his desk, upsetting the coffee cup that he had already finished hours ago.
"We're never going to defeat this damned E.N.D. virus."
Lyon rolled his chair over to Gray's cubicle and patted his shoulder in sympathy. The new computer virus had hit the company hard, known only as E.N.D., Extranet Network-security Destroyer. Who created it and what purpose it served, no one knew, but it was one of the greatest threats to Dragon Enterprises in many years. It had completely shut down Project ICEMAKE that Gray, Lyon, and their team were supposed to be working on, and it had threaded its way into just about every system. Now, other departments were reporting abnormalities. Financing could not access VPN, graphic designers were struggling with sluggish mouse responses, even Human Resources were glitching out.
And Gray knew, it was all designed to shut down his team's progress.
"I'll talk to Invel," Lyon offered. "We're going to need something stronger."
Gray collapsed onto his desk. Only one week, but this feeling, working so hard on this software only to have it attacked, was depressing. He knew ICEMAKE was a strong software, and his tools to combat viruses were some of the most powerful in the industry. What more was needed?
He raised up and rubbed his face. Something about E.N.D. was blocking the program, burning away the security parameters like a fire in a cotton factory, yet it did not seem to be destroying anything vital to the program itself. It shut them out of it, but his investigations showed that, hidden behind the codes of chaos, the program itself was untouched.
What was so damn important about ICEMAKE that someone would attack it, but not destroy it? Sure, it was an amazing program, created by his own mentor, and he was a master of software security, in a sense preserving his mentor's legacy.
Was this attack random, or was it personal, by someone he or Ur had known?
Did she perhaps have enemies he did not know about? Did he?
Did Natsu? Was this attack aimed at Natsu's newest pet project as a way to punish or threaten him?
Gray could not let that distract him. His job was to root out the program and rescue the data. He could not worry about what E.N.D. was or who created it; he first had to kill it.
Natsu entered the building in lively spirits. He had been away on business for nearly a whole week, and it was good to be back. In particular, he was excited to see Gray again. Their relationship had deepened just before he left, and he was eager for more.
Just as he saw the cubicle farm, a tall figure stepped in his way with a swish of green hair.
"Freed," Natsu said in surprise.
"Sir, we have a situation. I could not tell you about it over the phone."
Natsu's eyes briefly flicked over to the room. He could see Gray by a coffeemaker, but he could not call out to him, not here at work.
"Is it about the company?"
"Yes, sir. It's urgent."
Natsu sighed. His reunion would have to wait. "Okay, I have an hour before a video conference call to the prime minister of Kohinur. Fill me in."
Eve Tearm walked over to Gray and Lyon, and the two straightened up.
"Hey, it's Friday," said the small man with a boyish face. "I was thinking the team could go out drinking. Quite frankly," he said, with a guilty shrug, "I think we could use it after a week like this."
"Oh, God, yes!" Lyon groaned. "I need to get drunk and regret it all weekend, so Monday arrives feeling better than a hangover."
"I'll pass," Gray muttered.
"You always pass on drinking with the team," Lyon complained. "You've got it worse than any of us, fighting this virus."
"And I'd rather like to work through the weekend on this issue, not spend half of Saturday regretting getting drunk."
"Just beer to unwind," Eve urged.
Gray was about to tell them no again when Ultear swooped in like a mother hawk.
"Are you eating well, Gray?" she asked sternly.
He cringed back. Truthfully, he had not eaten a decent meal since the one she cooked for him. He was ordering takeout a lot more so he would not even be bothered with cooking and washing dishes. He had not gone shopping, and he was pretty sure he was out of even rice by now.
"Come and at least have something solid to eat," she said, and he knew that saying no to her was out of the question.
"Fine," he sighed. "I guess a beer won't hurt. Maybe if I can relax, my brain will work through the issue."
"That's more like it," Lyon said cheerfully.
"I'll make reservations for all five of us," said Eve.
Ultear patted Gray on the back. "Make sure you eat before you have beer. You probably skipped lunch again, didn't you? I don't want you to throw up. That's the last thing you need."
Gray grumbled but said nothing directly to her. Part of him was glad that she was looking out for him, part of him hated feeling like a little brother.
Gray knew Natsu was due to be back sometime that day, but as he kept checking his phone and email, there was no message from him. Maybe his flight was delayed. Maybe something came up. With the virus, although nothing serious was affecting the company as a whole yet, certainly he would have to look into things.
He missed Natsu. He would have much rather gone out drinking with him than with his team, but he supposed that during a stressful time like this, being there for his teammates was more important.
Five o'clock rolled around, and they packed up to go. Eve made sure they all knew how to get to the restaurant. Ultear had a car, so she drove Lyon and Gray. Invel was in a meeting with Natsu but would be along after it ended. Gray wished he had known about the meeting. He would have liked to sit in, if only so he could at least get a glimpse of his secret boyfriend.
They arrived at a swanky microbrewery restaurant that did karaoke on Fridays. They already heard someone singing an Elvis Presley song. Eve waved to a small man with a cleft chin wearing a white lounge suit.
"Welcome, men. And lady," he added at seeing Ultear.
"Ichiya, nice to see you."
"Eve, my boy," the man said, practically sparkling in a way that made Gray feel a little grossed out. "We've missed you here. Ren and Hibiki are working tonight. I'll make sure they know you've come. Perhaps you can sing that trio you used to do." He looked over to the others. "Friends?"
"Yes, my coworkers. Guys," he said to the group, "this is Ichiya Vandalay Kotobuki. He runs The Trimens."
Ichiya swept up to Ultear and took her hand. "A charming perfume, my dear," he said, and he leaned over with his lips puckered out to kiss her knuckles.
She yanked her hand back before his mouth came into contact. "Charming place." Then she looked over to Eve. "Did you used to work here?"
He nodded as Ichiya led them back into the restaurant. "I was an entertainer here all through college."
"Entertainer?" Lyon asked suspiciously.
Eve shrugged. "We comfort guests, provide better singing on karaoke nights, and used to put on a bit of a show for lady's night," he confessed, chuckling awkwardly.
"You were a male host," Gray realized.
"And a waiter with benefits," he protested.
Gray merely shrugged. "A job's a job. I'm not judging."
They sat in a booth, and Ichiya handed them menus with a flourish. "Shall I start you with drinks, appetizers, a house special?" he offered, mostly speaking to Ultear.
Eve knew right away what to order. "Pita bread with the avocado hummus, an order of five wonton shrimp tacos, and your special amber lager for me. What drinks does everyone want?"
They placed orders, and while they ate the pita bread and crunchy tacos, Invel arrived. He talked about the meeting, how because of the nature of the virus, they could not contact Natsu with details, since nothing was secure anymore. Freed had been dealing with everything until Natsu returned to Magnolia, and now he was being updated on the security breach. Gray checked his phone again.
If Natsu was back and done with meetings, why had he not texted Gray yet?
Now that the whole team was there, they ordered dinner and another round of drinks. It turned out The Trimens brewed their own version of an eisbock, Gray's favorite beer. Although he was not normally one for drinking, the high-alcohol content of the ice beer meant he was feeling nicely relaxed after just two. After a third pint, he was chatting with the others as openly as he would with close friends. After his fourth beer, Eve convinced Gray to come over to a stage for karaoke with him and two old friends, Ren and Hibiki. The crowd cheered when Gray threw off his shirt while singing I'm Too Sexy.
After the song, and someone chasing down Gray's shirt, he collapsed back into the booth, laughing along with Eve.
"Man, that was fun. I wish Natsu was here."
Invel jolted at that. "The boss? Why?"
"Natsu's fun," Gray said, his words beginning to slur.
Ultear giggled into her glass of beer. "Are you two into going out for drinks together? Almost sounds like you're dating."
"Nah, we couldn't go on dates anyway since he's my boss."
Lyon coughed as he tried to swallow food. "Wait, are you actually interested in him? I thought you said you don't date guys."
"Did I say that?" he mused. "I fuck 'em, not date 'em, but Natsu, I wouldn't mind both, ya know."
"Whoa," Ultear said, shocked to hear him being so candid. "I think you've had too much to drink."
"Nah, I wanna hear more," Lyon said. "Another round of beers."
Invel scoffed stiffly. "I advise we not pry him with alcohol nor with questions that could lead to him getting fired."
Lyon shrugged. "Hell, if he's fucking the boss…"
"I ain't fuckin' nobody," Gray said. "Just sayin', he's fun. Where is he?"
"Likely at home," Invel said, glaring in a cold warning.
Gray pulled out his phone and dialed up a number.
Eve gasped and laughed. "Oh my God, don't tell me you're calling him."
"Sure am," Gray said.
"Wait, how do you have his personal number?" Ultear asked in astonishment.
Gray waved at them to be quiet as the phone clicked and he heard Natsu say, "Hi, Gray."
"Mr. Dragneel," Gray said, trying to sound as stiff as Invel, "you are lacking in your bossly duties by not coming with your beloved underlings to drink and sing I'm Too Sexy."
Eve burst into a laugh, and Lyon hit the table as he lost it.
Natsu was immediately worried. "Are you drunk?"
Gray began to sing, "I'm … too sexy to be drunk, too sexy to be drunk, so sexy I'm … Trump? Oh, hell no!"
Ultear sputtered out her beer with a sudden laugh, even Invel cracked a smile, and the rest of the table bawled in uproarious laughter.
"So sexy I'm drunk!" he shouted.
"Oh my God, Gray," Lyon gasped, turning red in the face from laughing so hard.
Natsu's voice sounded stern. "Where are you?"
"Bar, pub, something. There's this dude who works here named Ichiya who likes to smell me. So weird, right? He says I smell like a wintry pine forest."
"Some man is smelling you?" Natsu growled.
"You're missing out, bossy-boss."
"Gray, where the hell are you?"
"Snooze you lose. See ya on Monday." He hung up and sloppily stowed his phone away. "I wonder what song Natsu would sing."
"Seriously, how do you have his number?" asked Ultear.
Gray shrugged. "I'm lucky? He's a nice guy."
"Remember?" Lyon said, slinging his arm over Gray's shoulders. "The boss was hitting on him when he first arrived."
"Was not," Gray grumbled. Through the alcohol, he realized he needed to watch himself. He still had to hide the fact that he and Natsu were an item.
"Lyon!" came a shout, and a man with a massive blond quiff came up to their table.
"Sugarboy," Lyon greeted. "Gray, this is the guy I told you about, the singer who's interested in guys like you."
"Talking about me?" Sugarboy said, looking at them through dark glasses.
Gray took in the sight of the man dressed in a disco-era white suit with his shirt unbuttoned, showing off a huge amount of thick, blond, curly chest hair.
"My God, he's a hairy man," Ultear whispered.
"I was about to go sing."
Eve nodded. "Sugarboy is one of the best karaoke singers to frequent The Trimens."
"He's a pro," Lyon insisted.
"Semi-pro," Sugarboy said humbly. He looked closely at Gray. "Your singing touched me deep inside."
Invel muttered into his wineglass, "That sounds gross."
Sugarboy held out his hand. "May I request we do a duet?"
"Oh God, no," Gray cringed, pulling back.
Sugarboy pouted at the instant rejection. "How cold."
Lyon shoved at Gray. "Do it, do it!"
Eve was also eager. "Sugarboy really is a good singer, and you're pretty darn good as well. Go on, it'll be awesome."
Sugarboy leaned in close to Gray, right over his beer, and dragged his finger under Gray's chin. "Afraid I'll be better than you, ice boy?"
Gray instantly became stubborn. He pushed Sugarboy out of his face, grabbed his beer, and chugged the last of it. "You're on!"
Natsu stared at his phone. Gray was obviously drunk. He was with coworkers, though. What he did on his own time was not his business.
Still, he was deeply worried.
Natsu dialed his phone again with urgency in his face. "Freed, it's Natsu. I need you to look up something for me. A bar or pub with someone named Ichiya working there. I know, it's not much to go on, but it's important. Yes, Ichiya. No, I don't know how you spell that," he shouted. "Sorry," he said quieter. "Thank you." He tapped his foot as he waited, then picked up another phone. "I need a driver, STAT," he ordered curtly, and went back to the phone with Freed. "You've got it? Text me the address. Thank you so much. No, there's no trouble. I just need … yes, it's Gray. Yes, drunk as hell from the sound of it. No, I'll take care of it. Thank you, Freed."
Natsu hung up and ran his hand through his hair.
"Why are you out getting drunk? Dammit, Gray."
Gray was half leaning on Sugarboy by the time the two finished singing their duet. To the crowd, it almost had seemed like they were singing the love song to one another.
"They could totally hook up," Lyon said to the others.
Ultear frowned with a cringe to her lips. "I dunno. He's sort of … slimy."
"Yeah, he's weird, a total diva, and he can be a bit pushy, but he's gay."
Invel scoffed. "That's not an excuse if he's not a gentleman."
Sugarboy took Gray over to the bar, offering to buy him a drink for agreeing to the duet. Although Gray was already dizzy, his throat felt dry, so he agreed. "Last one," he said to himself as the drink was poured.
"You're quite a cutey, ice boy," said the man with a massive quiff. "Are you with anyone tonight?"
He thumbed back to the group. "Just coworkers."
"No cute boy or girl?"
Gray chuckled. Was this total stranger actually flirting with him? "Nah, my guy isn't here."
"So, you really are into guys," he said with increasing interest.
"I guess," he muttered, staring at his drink. "He's always gone, always taking off."
"You poor thing." Sugarboy suddenly yanked Gray in for a hug. "Cry into my manly chest."
Gray felt the thick tuft of curly hair press against his cheek and gagged as he pulled away. "Whoa, back off."
"I'm just sympathetic," Sugarboy insisted. "I know what it's like, having someone not around, feeling like you practically have to drug them and tie them up for them to stay with you."
Gray laughed and shook his head. "I don't think even something that extreme would work on that flame-brain. He'd burn off the effects and rip through the ropes. Besides, I knew what I was getting into." He took a drink. "I knew he was big, important, busy, flying off all the time. I knew that. I keep telling myself it's okay."
"Obviously, it's not okay at all."
Gray shrugged with a pout. "It was last week. This week was shit."
"That's sad," Sugarboy said, leaning in closer. "Wouldn't it be better to find someone who wants you?"
"He does," Gray sighed, drinking again. "He's just busy."
Sugarboy put a hand on Gray's shoulder. "I think you're more important."
He looked at the hand. "Um, thanks?"
"Am I bothering you?" he asked, flexing his fingers on Gray's shoulder.
His head swam. "Nah, s'okay."
"I don't want to be a bother. I'm just sympathetic." Sugarboy patted Gray on the leg next, but his hand lingered there. "So, where is this adventurous boyfriend now?"
"Hell if I know," Gray muttered. "China, I think. Maybe Japan. Half the time, I don't know."
"He could be with someone."
That thought plunged Gray's heart into misery. "Yeah, he could be." It was something that he dreaded, although Natsu kept assuring him he was loyal during these long trips.
"So, he's away, maybe with some pretty piece of ass."
"He's not, okay!" Gray shouted. "He's loyal." However, the seed of doubt was planted, and his face became anguished as he said, "He keeps promising me, he's loyal."
"Of course he promises that, and maybe it's true," Sugarboy said, patting Gray's leg and inching up higher. "But now you're left behind here, all alone."
"Yeah, story of my life," Gray muttered as his head swayed. "It's hot in here." He undid his shirt and fanned himself.
"What are your plans for tonight?"
"Go home, sleep, pray I don't puke in the morning."
"Would you like to go home with me?" Sugarboy asked directly.
Gray jolted and gawked at him. He thought it was sort of adorable, having someone flirt with him. It had been a long time since a man did that. However, that was shockingly direct.
"No offense, but I don't do that sort of thing anymore."
"We don't have to do anything. You're interesting. I want to talk to you more. I think you're craving companionship." He leaned in close. "I think, deep inside, you actually wanna go home with someone tonight." His voice dropped lower. "I think, deep inside, you want someone inside tonight."
Gray's vision went double. "What?" he asked, unsure what the words even were.
"Come home with me," he said again. "We'll talk. Tell me all about your problems."
Ultear was watching the two at the bar and slowly growing worried. "Eve, get Gray to sing again."
Eve also did not like how close this stranger was moving onto Gray. He jumped up and ran over to the bar just as Sugarboy's hand was running up Gray's thigh and his face was leaning in for a kiss. Eve grabbed Gray and pulled him off the bar stool with shocking strength for someone so small.
"Come on, let's sing a song in honor of our boss."
Gray wobbled on his feet. "Fireball!"
"Perfect! Ichiya, start up some Pitbull."
They sang, and Gray's addled brain drew closer to numbed fogginess. He could barely feel his limbs now. He felt hot, his shirt had vanished, and yet he continued to sing. Sugarboy sat near the stage to watch Gray with a hungry gleam in his eyes.
Gray was crooning into the microphone when the restaurant doors opened, and Ichiya bustled over to help the newly arrived patron.
"Welcome. A table for one?"
"No."
Lyon happened to look up just then, and he choked as he saw the silhouette. "Oh shit. Guys!"
He pointed, and the team sitting at the booth looked over to see a pink-haired man wearing a scarf striding in, his eyes fierce and fiery. Like guilty children caught partying, the group tried to shove aside just how many beers and wineglasses had gathered on the table. Invel stood up, ready to take responsibility.
"Sir, we were just having drinks…"
"That's totally fine," he assured, barely giving the group a look as his eyes focused on Gray shirtless on the stage. "However, that can look bad on our company. Help me get him."
Invel went up to Gray and quietly tried to convince him to end the song early. He stubbornly clutched the microphone and kept singing.
"I haven't seen you for some time.
I miss you desperately.
And all I want is to know is why
Are you not here with me.
Are you blending into shadows,
Or underneath the bed?
Are you peeking 'round the corner
Listening to every word I've said?
Were you kidnapped, held for ransom?
Can I pay to get you back?
Are you stashed away in a car trunk
In an old potato sack?
Did a siren sing you to the depths,
Or a dragon flew you to the sky,
Or fairied off to a magic land
Where you're eternal and can't die?"
Gray's eyes met Natsu's as he sang the last stanzas, this time aiming the words right at him.
"Are you hiding in the closet
Checking me out secretly?
I don't mind where you've been gone,
Just please come back to me.
And I want to know so desperately,
How come you're not here with me?"
The music ended, and Gray practically collapsed off the stage. Sugarboy jumped up to catch him, but Natsu rushed forward, shoved the blond man away, and was the one to catch him. Gray weighed heavy in his arms as he slumped. Then his bloodshot eyes looked up and saw the familiar green irises. Gray yanked back, falling instead into Invel's arms.
"You're my boss. Don't touch me."
Natsu flinched hard at the cold words. Invel spoke just then as if to smooth things over.
"As his manager, I take full responsibility, sir. I didn't realize he was drinking eisbock, and the alcohol is much higher. I would not have gotten him drunk on purpose."
"I know," Natsu said calmly. "What you guys do after hours is not my business, nor is Gray your responsibility when he's off the clock. I was merely concerned when he called."
Gray lurched forward and poked his finger into Natsu's chest. "Where were you? How come ya never said you were back?"
"Gray!" Invel scolded. "Mr. Dragneel is the CEO. He does not answer to a temp worker like you."
"He would if he gave a shit," Gray sneered, glaring at Natsu.
Sugarboy sat back at his table. "So, that's the one. Damn. He's cute too."
Gray was livid. "What was it, flame-brain? Some whore in Shanghai wore you out too much?"
Invel gasped. "Gray!"
Natsu grabbed Gray's wrist in a crushing grip. "I think I need to reprimand my employee."
"I ain't on the clock, asshole."
"Gray!" Poor Invel looked ready to faint at the level of disrespect. "Sir, he's drunk, he's been under a lot of stress—"
"I said he's not your responsibility. Right now, he's mine."
"Damn right I am," Gray muttered. "Act like it!"
Natsu yanked him by the arm through the restaurant. "Someone find his shirt," he called out to the other employees.
Lyon, Eve, Ultear, and Invel looked at one another.
"At least he's not mad at us," Lyon said awkwardly.
"Not yet," Ultear muttered. "I feel bad. I was the one who convinced Gray to come."
"It was my idea," Eve said. "I hope he's not fired."
Invel was thinking things through. "How did Mr. Dragneel even know where we were? Gray didn't tell him when he called."
Lyon perked up. "Oh, I know! I bet it's like in Fifty Shades of Grey and how Christian Grey made an illegal trace on Ana's cellphone like a total stalker when she drunk dialed him from a bar."
Ultear pulled back in shock. "Wait, you like Fifty Shades of Grey?"
"You actually read it?" Eve asked, also looking disgusted.
"No! No, no, I was dragged to see it in the theater. My ex-girlfriend thought it would be sexy. It was against my will."
"Sort of the plot of the whole thing, right?" Invel muttered.
Eve thought for a moment. "So, Gray is in his own plot of Fifty Shades of Grey? That's too convenient."
Ultear rolled her eyes. "I swear if Gray uses ropes and blindfolds to bang Natsu at the office, I'm quitting."
Natsu pulled Gray into the restroom and finally released him, sending him loping awkwardly into a sink. He glanced at the urinals and stalls first, but the room was empty. They were free to talk.
"Are you that drunk or that stupid?" he shouted. "First, calling me when you're with coworkers, as if simply having my personal number isn't suspicious enough. Then saying that shit in front of Invel. You all but blurted out that we're together."
Gray held his dizzy head. "I told 'em we weren't fucking."
"Oh my God, are you kidding me?" Natsu exclaimed. "Look, you're the one who was panicked about them finding out about us. If you wanna tell them, I don't care, but I'm trying to keep you from screwing things up for yourself at work over one stupid night of getting drunk."
"I … I wouldn't have even come here if you'd texted that you wanna hang out." Gray wiped his forehead. "Is it hot?"
"Wait, so this is my fault?" Natsu exclaimed. "To hell with that." Gray exhaled hard, and Natsu caught a whiff of his breath. "You reek of beer. Seriously, how much did you have?"
"Enough to try to forget how much I've missed you all week."
Natsu's eyes softened. "Gray…"
"Because you weren't around, you didn't text or call me even once, and I've been dealing with shit all week," Gray accused loudly, hanging onto the sink to hold himself up. "When I really could've used you, you're off once again, flying around the world, wining and dining who knows how many people."
Natsu's tender moment snapped. "What the fuck! Do you really think I have whores when I go on these trips? Because to tell you the truth, knowing you think that of me seriously pisses me off enough to punch you."
Gray slouched against the wall as his body tingled numbly. "I don't think that, but I worry. I've been cheated on. It's hard to trust after something like that, and you're gone, always gone. If you did cheat, how would I know?"
"Gray…"
"You weren't calling, you weren't emailing."
"You didn't either, you know."
"I was sorta busy fighting a virus from Hell!" he shouted, swinging his arm out. "Then I find out you're back home but you didn't message me."
"I was in meetings about that virus."
"You could've called me from the airport."
"I wanted to surprise you."
"Well, color me surprised!" he screamed. "You're back, you don't say a word, not until you think some weirdo sniffing me means a dog is moving in on your bitch. That's all I am, huh? Your bitch, your mate to claim, a fun toy to have when you're not traveling around on adventures. I've been battling E.N.D., and you've been out whoring."
Natsu suddenly slammed Gray against the wall and leaned in. "Fuck you," he sneered, barely holding back rage.
"Well, obviously I gotta fuck myself, since you're too cowardly to do it. Maybe I'm the one who should get a whore. There's a guy out there who totally just offered to take me home with him. Maybe I should say yes."
Natsu grabbed Gray and threw him at one of the toilet stalls, sending him careening through the swinging door and colliding into the toilet. "Take that back!"
Gray struggled to hold himself up against the stall walls. "If you're going to avoid me, why would you even care?"
Natsu stomped inside and yanked Gray up. "I'm not avoiding you, bastard. It was Freed who suggested I leave you alone for the day, that you've been working hard on this virus issue all week and you're obsessed with cracking it, so I should give you space to work without distraction. Then in my last meeting, Invel mentioned that his team was going out for drinks, so I figured maybe you guys all needed some time together. Teamwork is important in this company, and they need you as much as you need them."
"I need you," Gray yelled. "I'll leave this company one day, I won't have to see them again, but hopefully I'll still see you. Hopefully, you'll still want me."
"Of course I do," Natsu said, looking hurt again.
"Good. Because I want you, and I need you. Damn, I need you!" he said in anguish.
Impulsively, Natsu kissed him. Gray not only stank of alcohol, his mouth was bitter with the toasty-chocolaty flavor of ice beer. When he pulled back, Gray's pupils were huge with lust.
"Look," Natsu said softly, already enthralled by the feel of Gray's shirtless body, "I told you, there may be times when I have to leave for a long time, when I can't contact you, when I can't even tell you what I'm doing. You said you were okay with that."
Gray scoffed. "Of course I said that was okay. What was I supposed to say? I mean, dammit, I knew you were some hotshot CEO and this would be crazy, but I didn't think I would miss you so damn much."
Natsu was torn between being upset and feeling sorry for Gray. "I wish I could take you with me."
Gray gazed straight at him. "I wanna be with you all the time. All the time. That idiot out there wanted to take me home, but I really want you to take me home."
Natsu stroked his fingers through Gray's messy hair. "I will. We'll head home now."
"Not yet," Gray sighed, and he pulled Natsu back into a kiss.
Natsu hummed at the pent up desire in those lips, but the lingering taste of the beer told him he needed to stop this before things got out of control.
"Okay, enough."
Gray suddenly grabbed Natsu's ass and yanked him in viciously hard, giving a sloppy rutting thrust up against him.
"Shit," Natsu hissed as Gray practically humped himself up against him. "What the hell are you doing?"
"I need you," Gray moaned, flexing his hips over Natsu's trousers. "Please…"
Natsu cursed and locked the stall door. "You need to calm down."
Natsu was suddenly thrust against the metal door with a reverberating bang, and Gray really did begin to hump against him this time.
"Oh shit, you're rock hard," Natsu moaned. "Don't tell me someone spiked your drink."
"Need you," he panted. "Haven't felt like jerking off since you left. Stressed, worried, just not in the mood, haven't touched myself all week, and now here you are, and I'm horny as fuck."
"Dammit, keep your voice down," Natsu hissed. Gray's drunken humping was starting to seriously affect him. At this rate, they could honestly get arrested if they were found out. "Look, calm down. Let's get you home first."
"Will you fuck me there?"
"Will I … what? No!"
Gray leaned back to look at him. "Am I not good enough? That guy out there thinks I'm good enough."
Natsu sighed. "You're more than good enough. I'm just not ready yet. I want to take our time."
Gray rolled over and collapsed against the wall. "That's right. Virgin."
"Hey!"
"Whoa, dizzy," he groaned, holding his head. "Stop the world from spinning."
"You're drunk as hell. I need to get you out of here."
Gray grabbed Natsu's hand and slammed it up against his crotch. "I want it. Now!"
"We're in public, you idiot."
Gray released his hand and slumped his head back. "I knew it. You don't want me. I'm not good enough for someone rich like you."
Natsu cringed. "That's not it. You're drunk, we're in public…"
"I wanna fuck you so much," Gray muttered, barely conscious.
Natsu's mouth dropped. Then he looked aside in conflict. "You're drunk."
"Yeah, and I wanna fuck you all the time."
Natsu pouted and muttered, "Am I holding you back?"
"I just want you," he said, wobbling on his feet. "You're super hot and your cock tastes amazing, and I wanna suck it and have you fuck me, or me fuck you, or anything, I just want more, and I'm so fucking worried."
Natsu's eyes narrowed, and he stepped up close to him. "Why are you worried?"
Gray's whole face was red as he grabbed his swaying head. "Because, you said you're a virgin, you wanna wait 'til we know each other better, but I feel like we're not getting to know each other fast enough, because I'm busy with work and you're busy flying all around, and I feel like scum for wanting to fuck you so badly. Scum!"
Natsu shook his head, trying to be rational for once. "You'd never tell me any of this if you were sober."
"I'm just some whore," Gray muttered. "Some drunken whore."
"You're not," he said gently. "I'm honored that you want me that much."
"I didn't even stop that guy when he felt up my thigh and tried to kiss me."
Natsu's fists tightened, and veins popped up on his neck. "A guy was doing what?" he seethed.
"Wanted to take me home, touched me, thought he was gonna kiss me, and I felt so hot, I couldn't think." Gray looked in anguish and reached down to rub his own crotch. "Damn, you make me hot."
"Hey, stop it," Natsu warned, pulling Gray's hand back.
"My cock hurts," Gray moaned.
"Okay, seriously, were you drugged?" Natsu glanced down. "You're stiff as a rod. This isn't normal." Gray tried to reach down again, but Natsu snatched up his wrist. "Stop. I don't want you to jerk yourself off in a public restroom."
Gray grabbed Natsu's hips instead and yanked him up close.
"You feel so good," Gray groaned, sloppily rutting against him.
Natsu shook his head. "I'm not doing this."
He slipped away from those needy hips and pulled Gray out of the stall. In the hallway leading to the restrooms, Ultear was waiting with Gray's shirt. She held it out, but Natsu could tell by the sway to her stance, she was also drunk.
"I'm calling taxis for all of you. Stay here until they arrive. Where's this Ichiya guy?"
She pointed, and Natsu left Gray in her care, to try to get his shirt back on. He stomped up to Ichiya with an angry face.
"I have a drunk team, and I'm not happy that one coworker seemed to have been given a date rape drug or aphrodisiac."
Ichiya looked truly astonished. "If someone is slipping mickeys, I'll have all of the drinks tested right away."
"Do that. He mentioned some man was trying to coerce him into sex. That's my suspect, so find that man and search him. Search all the drinks and check on all of the patrons. If any seem to be off, get them to a hospital. If even one person here gets hurt…" The fierceness in his eyes was warning enough. "I have friends in the police department. They could find an excuse to shut this place down."
Ichiya panicked. "I will put the staff on alert."
"Good. Taxis will be here for my team. Make sure they go, and I want you to personally make sure they are alone. No one follows them home, got it?"
"Of course, sir."
Natsu handed him a card. "Their bill is on me, since they're too drunk to pay properly. But that means they are cut off, understood?"
"No more drinks for them, got it."
Natsu nodded and flipped out his phone. "Get four taxis sent to The Trimens. Have the fares billed to me. Yes," he answered to a question, and he looked over to Gray. "I found him. Thanks for your help, Freed. No, I wouldn't say he's okay. I think someone slipped him a drug." Then his eyes flamed. "No, I am not going to molest him when he's like this, dammit!" He almost threw his phone in anger.
Natsu returned to Gray, who looked ready to either grab his crotch or strip out of his pants. Maybe both. Natsu again told Ultear to wait for the taxis, and he guided Gray out of the building to a waiting limo, where a driver opened the door for them. Gray toppled in and slumped on the leather seat, reaching down again to his erection tenting his trousers. Natsu slipped in and told the driver to take them to Gray's house.
Gray had one hand down in his pants as he sat halfway slid down. "Hey, wanna suck me off in the backseat again? That was fun."
Natsu kept his eyes forward. "If I sucked you off now, I might get drunk off your cum."
"That'd be hot."
The limo pulled out onto the street, and Natsu immediately felt motion sick. He held back his vomiting, worried it would make Gray vomit as well. However, Gray was distracted with jerking himself inside his pants.
"Stop that," Natsu said.
"Am I making you sick?"
"The car is, idiot."
"Am I making you hot?"
Natsu refused to answer and sat glaring straight ahead. They came to a red light, and while the limo was stopped, Natsu's sickness waned a little. He grabbed Gray's wrist and pulled his hand out.
"Seriously, stop doing that."
"Why? Tempting ya?"
Natsu's teeth gritted together tensely. "Yes."
Gray suddenly pounced onto Natsu's lap and straddled his legs. "Then what're you afraid of?"
"Rape," he said bluntly. "You're drunk, so no matter how much I may want to touch you, I can't."
"Then don't touch me." Gray pushed his hips up against Natsu's torso. "Don't do a thing. Let me take care of it all." His hips undulated over Natsu's body, rubbing the tented erection all around.
"Stop that," Natsu warned in a low voice.
Gray was giving him a full lap dance. "You're not touching me. Your driver can see us, right? So he's a witness. You're innocent. It ain't rape if you simply don't stop me."
"I have a feeling that would not hold up in court," he muttered. Natsu gulped as Gray continued to make sensual thrusts at him, sliding his arousal up against Natsu's abs.
"I really want you," he moaned.
Natsu hissed and finally threw Gray off. "No!" he shouted. Just then, the light turned green, the limo began to move, and Natsu was hit with nausea again. He put his hand to his mouth but managed to hold things down. "Once you're sober, I will do anything you want to do, but so long as you're drunk, I can't, got it?"
Gray pulled himself into the corner of the limo. "You really don't want me."
"Hell yes, I do, but legally I can't touch you now. It's not my fault that you went and got drunk," he yelled, but sickness lurched in his stomach.
Gray suddenly threw off his shirt, pants, and underwear. Natsu sighed at the new crazy antic.
"What the hell are you doing now?"
Gray grabbed his cock defiantly. "Showing you what you're missing." He began to stroke himself vigorously.
Natsu looked away. "If you think you're being sexy, you're not. You're just drunk, maybe drugged. It's not sexy if you're not in control."
"Then why are you aroused?"
Natsu sneered but still refused to look over. The car ride was bad enough on his stomach, but now he felt sick because of Gray as well. It was obvious he was drugged, and that seriously worried Natsu. If Gray had not called him, if he had been busy in a meeting and missed that call, Gray could have been raped. The fear of knowing that made him just as sick as the potholes in the road. Now Gray was wildly horny, and all Natsu could do was keep him safe, take him home, and watch over him until the drugs wore off. Very likely, Gray would not remember any of this, so upsetting him with rejection after rejection should not hurt their relationship. It was tearing at Natsu's heart, though, let alone tormenting his libido.
"Natsu," Gray moaned.
He glanced over and saw Gray slouched back, fully stroking himself with his mouth hanging open. Natsu cursed and leaned over to the partition between them and the driver.
"Pull over when you can. I can't manage him when I'm sick."
"Yes, sir," the driver said, and he began to merge over.
Natsu slid the partition closed in annoyance, and at the loud click, Gray opened an eye.
"Gonna join me?" he asked, his words slurred.
"No, but I'm not going to let you give someone else a show."
"Only you?" he asked with a smirk. "Ya wanna watch? I wanna show you." He slid his hand up and down. "Your ass, just like this," he said, thrusting into the circle of his fingers.
"Exhibitionist," Natsu muttered, but he did watch now. Gray continued to stroke his cock, and he moaned without restraint. Natsu saw pre-cum dripping out and could smell the muskiness. He bit his lip to hold back. Damn, it was tempting, but he knew he couldn't. Finally, the car pulled over and stopped. Natsu slid the partition open only enough for his driver to hear him.
"This idiot isn't going to calm down. Have a doctor waiting for us at Gray's apartment in case he really is drugged."
"I want your mouth on me, Natsu," Gray moaned just then.
Natsu cursed, but the driver professionally said nothing. "How about you step out for a minute, spare yourself from this drunken idiot? No offense, but I don't want anyone to hear the garbage he says when he's like this."
The driver winked. "Just keep it legal, sir."
"I'm not going to touch him when he's drunk. I just need to make sure he calms down, or at least doesn't make a mess of my limo." Then Natsu slammed the partition shut.
He heard the driver step out, already on the phone to find a private physician willing to come out at this time of night. Once the door closed, the car was nearly silent except for Gray's heated panting.
"All alone?" Gray asked. "Good. Now you can touch me all you want."
Natsu glanced to the tinted windows, then to Gray. It was tempting … so, so tempting. No one could see through those windows. The car was nearly soundproof. Gray would likely not remember a thing the next morning anyway. He wasn't even forcing Gray into it; he was being begged.
"Natsu," Gray moaned with a whimper. "Suck me."
"I can't," he growled, although his resolve was weakening. He shook his head. If he respected Gray at all, he could not touch him when he was like this.
"I miss you," Gray panted as he stroked himself. "God, I miss you, Natsu."
Gray's eyes were closed as he jerked his cock. Maybe he was not even aware anymore about where he was, that he was doing this right in front of his boyfriend. Natsu felt stung to hear that loneliness in his voice.
"I'm sorry, Gray," he whispered.
Then he had an idea. He could not touch him, but he could talk to him. He went over to Gray's side of the backseat, and Gray jolted out of drunken fantasies.
"I'm sorry I wasn't there for you, but I am now," Natsu said, and he stroked his fingers through Gray's hair. "I'm here, Gray."
"Touch me," he pleaded.
"I can't, but I can watch you. You like that, right?"
Gray hummed in agreement and continued to jerk off.
"I can watch," Natsu whispered, smelling the back of Gray's neck. "I can sit right here and enjoy the show."
"Yesssss," Gray hissed, and his face turned brighter red.
"And when you're not drunk, I'll suck you off. You'd like that, right?"
"Oh God, yes," he gasped, his wrist going faster.
"I'll let you pound into my throat," Natsu whispered straight into his ear. "And you can do whatever you want to me." His voice went to a mere wisp of air. "What do you wanna do, Gray?"
"Touch you," he moaned, beginning to squirm and tense up. "Inside."
"Shit," Natsu hissed, feeling his cock stiffen. "And what would you like me to do to you?"
Gray whimpered. "Fuck me. I wanna feel your cock pound into me."
Despite himself, Natsu groaned. "You want me to top?"
"Both ways. Every way. I want you. Your cock, your ass, your mouth, your hands. Dammit, please, touch me!" he keened in desperation.
"I can't tonight," Natsu said, partly to Gray, partly to warn himself to hold back.
"I want you," he trembled.
Natsu continued to stroke his hair. "I'm right here, watching you. Show me, Gray."
"Natsu," he whined as his body began to convulse.
"Shit, you're gonna get it on the car," he realized.
Natsu reached over to a small bar set into the limo door and pulled out a napkin. He barely got it over Gray's cock just as the first spurt shot out. However, he had to hold it over Gray's cockhead while the stroking hand went into sharp jerks and Gray groaned in pleasure. His head flopped over onto Natsu's shoulder as he felt the heat of Natsu's hand.
"Touch … now?"
"I can't," Natsu said sadly. Merely holding the napkin there was pushing his limits.
Gray stroked out the last of it and suddenly curled into Natsu's chest. "Hold me."
Natsu was left with a cum-drenched napkin in his hand and a huge man in his lap. "Well, this isn't awkward," he muttered. Five seconds later, Gray was snoring. "Nope, you're not sleeping like this."
Natsu squirmed out from under Gray's weight, and the drunk man collapsed unconsciously across the backseat. Natsu threw away the moist napkin and looked at Gray with frustration.
"You sure make things difficult for me," he muttered. "How the hell am I supposed to dress you?"
Natsu tried, but Gray's limbs were limp and heavy. He managed to get the boxers pulled on, but he knew the trousers would be too challenging. Natsu stepped out of the car, gave the driver a credit card, and told him to buy a blanket they could use to wrap up Gray. Then he sat in the limo to wait and listened to Gray's snoring.
In the calm after all the sensual tension, Natsu sighed and peacefully stroked Gray's hair.
"You're an idiot," he muttered. "Don't you realize how much I miss you? I used to love business trips, a chance to get out of Magnolia and go on an adventure. Now, every trip I take is torture because I know I'm leaving you behind." He leaned over and kissed Gray on the forehead. "I'm glad you're safe. Still, you owe me for riling me up and tempting me that badly."
Gray snored and muttered, "Natsu…"
"You owe me," he repeated, and he smiled in adoration at the sleeping face. "Idiot."
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A/N: The lyrics are my own.
My apologies for the hiatus. I had a personal crisis, lost my apartment, had to move to another state to live with an older friend on his farm, and all around the last few months have sucked. But hey, I now have fresh eggs in the morning, and there are alpacas, ducks, and chickens roaming around. Pretty darn cool for a city girl like me.
I briefly mentioned "the prime minister of Kohinur." Kohinur is my own mythical land in the Fairy Tail universe, kinda like an "original character" but for a country. It tends to pop up in my fanfics at random as an easter egg. It originates from my LoLu fic "Lion's Pride," the first FT fanfic I ever wrote. In that story, the villain is the former Queen of Kohinur, and Team Natsu must travel to that country to fetch Loke's special Regulus Key, with the exiled queen chasing after them to keep Loke for herself.
By the way, never do anything sexual with someone when they're drunk. That's seriously a shitty thing to do. Even if you're in an established relationship like these two, even if one seems like they want it, unless you have an agreed upon clause that drunk sex is allowed, any sex act done to an intoxicated person is rape. They can't consent sanely when they are intoxicated or drugged. Just don't!
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