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Worth The Wait	By : Rhov Category: +. to F > Fairy Tail Views: 4055 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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Chapter 9
X791, Magnolia
Loke ran through the streets of Magnolia. He panted as he searched desperately. He could probably wait for Gray at his old home, but there was no certainty that Gray still lived there, or where he might be. Then he saw the ice mage up on a roof with a rather good looking white-haired man. Loke glared in jealousy, except Gray looked shocked and disturbed. Loke leaped up onto the rooftop and knelt beside the two.
"Loke!" Gray said in surprise.
"Plue told me Lucy was back, which means you are too." He glared again at the other man. "Who's this?"
"My old senpai, Lyon. He was telling me some news...some rather surprising news," Gray said darkly, his brow tightening. He quickly tried to banish the troublesome report his fellow Ice Make mage had given to him. "Lyon, I'll talk to you more about this later."
"It's really all I had to say," Lyon shrugged, scooping up the shirt he had unconsciously discarded. "Take that information however you like. Tell Erza Scarlet if you want. She'll probably want to know. Well, I'm off to find that blue-haired beauty." He jumped off the roof and headed back toward Fairy Tail's guild hall.
"Blue hair? Levy?" Loke asked in confusion.
"Juvia," Gray moaned. He knew Lyon was not the most logical man, but Gray had at least thought he had decent tastes.
"That rain-woman who's always all over you? She can have him!" Then, without warning, Loke lurched forward and gave Gray a kiss.
He panicked a little, being out in public like this, and struggled to get away. "You can't just kiss me like that!" Gray yelled, and his voice threatened to crack at the tension.
"Gray," Loke said seriously, "it's been seven agonizing years, searching every realm and dimension I could gain access to. Do you really think I can wait until we're in private to kiss you?"
"Well, be a little more mindful," Gray grumbled. "I don't want the guild to know yet."
"Ah, I see." Loke knew not to feel disappointed that Gray wanted to hide the truth, it was common in relationships like this, but it still hurt a little. He looked at Gray, wondering if maybe he had decided he did not like their relationship anymore. Instead, he saw confusion and a troubled expression. "What's wrong?"
"What isn't wrong?" Gray sighed. "I just lost seven years of my life, except...except I haven't grown at all. Everyone around me is older, stronger."
"I'm not. Well, maybe a little stronger, but I didn't age at all."
Gray had to smile. "That's true. Seeing Lyon...I mean, he was always my senpai, but now he's so much older than me. And Bisca and Alzack, they're married with a kid. Macao went all old and gray. But you..." He smiled up to Loke. "Being around you, I can almost imagine that nothing happened."
Loke sat beside Gray so that their legs were touching. "Then maybe we need to hang out more. Do you remember what I told you after the first stage of the trial?"
Gray gulped hard. "That you wanted to claim me?"
Loke nodded, and his fingers brushed against Gray's arm. "I meant it. I haven't been with anyone. I've been waiting seven years for the promise we made."
Gray blushed brightly as he locked his fingers around Loke's hand. "That when we'd get back to Magnolia, we'd...we'd..." He did not dare say the rest out loud in public. Still, to wait seven years for that! It made Gray feel warm in side to realize that, for how much of a playboy he had been before, Loke could be intensely loyal when he wanted to be.
"Do you still want to?" the Lion asked worriedly.
"Why wouldn't I?"
Loke stared at him. Exactly the same! Not a single thing had changed about Gray. He even still had a faint bruise from the hickey Loke had given him on Tenrou Island.
"Of course," he chuckled, answering both himself and Gray. "To you, it's only been a few days."
"There's a problem though," Gray frowned. "My apartment is gone. So are all my things. Some of it was trunked away and stored in the guild, but most of it was sold."
Loke hummed at this misfortune. "I still have money from when I was doing jobs. I don't need it. I'll buy you new clothes and furniture, and I'll help you get a new apartment. For tonight, a hotel will have to suffice. I know just the one!"
It took less than an hour. The street was empty at this time of the day. Looking around at the shabby conditions and questionable eateries, Gray guessed it was the sort of district that got busy at night and for all the wrong reasons. The hotel they came to also had a questionable name:
Inn Heat. With a heart at the end.
"A love hotel?" Gray cried out as he cringed away.
"I prefer to call it a 'boutique hotel.' It's affordable, it's clean, and they have overnight rates."
Gray looked around the street again and determined no one was around to see them. He slipped into the hotel feeling hot and ashamed. He had never set foot in an establishment like this before, but Loke took care of everything. The key was slipped to them from a silent person behind a frosted pane of glass, and Loke took Gray's hand to lead him upstairs. He unlocked the door and turned to his nervous partner. Gray looked reluctant to step inside, like a wild beast dreading a cage.
"Shall I carry you over the threshold, my dear?" Loke teased.
"Fuck no!" Gray snapped. "Don't you dare start treating me like a woman or I will seriously kick your ass so hard you'll have to sit in the Spirit World for a month to recover." Then he stomped inside.
Loke chuckled that the ice mage was so easy to manipulate. He followed Gray inside with a predatory gleam in his eyes.
Gray stepped into a spacious room with mirrors on the walls and ceiling. The bed was large and firm, a large private spa graced one corner, and a movie lacrima was set up by one wall. Gray gawked as he stared at the posh room.
"Sit, relax, help yourself to drinks. It's all on me tonight."
Gray swallowed hard. All...on...Loke?
He sat stiffly on the bed and watched Loke walk around, nonchalantly removing his jacket, fixing a couple glasses of some golden colored alcohol, then taking off his tie and undoing the first button of his shirt. He removed his sunglasses and laid them beside his tie on a nightstand. Then he sat beside Gray and smiled casually.
"Try some."
He handed one of the lowball glasses to the young mage. Gray looked at it, swirled it until the ice clinked together, then took a sip. He coughed and sputtered at the strong drink. It made Loke chuckle. The sophisticated Spirit sipped his drink and smiled pleasantly. Gray glared at the vile liquid, but he decided to try a little more, if only to take an edge off his nerves.
The ice mage muttered, "I figured you'd pounce on me the second the door shut."
"I considered it," Loke admitted. "You seemed too tense. It's no fun that way."
Gray took another gulp. The alcohol was warming him up inside better than any meditation Ur had taught him for withstanding the cold. Loke leaned over behind the bed to a console that controlled the lacrima in the room. Music turned on, the lights dimmed, and the heat in the room rose slightly. Gray began to relax to the idea of being in this hotel room with Loke, and he smiled at thinking about what he wanted to do.
"Hey Loke." Finally he stretched his hand out and caressed the top of the Lion's fingers. "This time, do you think we could—you know—let me be on top?" He looked aside in shame. "I'm just not sure I'm ready to try it that way."
Loke's green eyes twinkled that he was warming up to the idea of having sex so fast. "Of course we can. Seme, uke: none of that matters to me. All I want is to please you, Gray. You do whatever feels good."
"Feels good?" He leaned forward until their lips met. Gray hummed at the kiss. "That feels good. Real good!"
He leaned in a little more aggressively. Loke wrapped his arms around Gray's neck and pulled him forward and down. Gray guided Loke's head, wanting to make sure he did not hit the headboard. Even when Loke was down on the pillow, Gray kept his hand on his scalp, running his fingers through the thick mane of orange hair.
Loke's hand drifted down, exploring Gray's body. Gray began to work at pulling off his shirt, but Loke snatched both of his hands.
"Don't undress yourself," he demanded. "I want to do it...please?" he added, quickly flipping from predatory to cutely pleading, like a Lion pretending to be a kitten.
Gray laughed at the vain attempt. "The uke look doesn't suit someone like you."
"And yet that's what you're asking of me," Loke pointed out, taking his sweet time removing Gray's shirt. "Let's not be some stereotyped seme and uke. Let's just be lovers, plain and simple."
"Sounds good to me."
Gray looked at Loke's fingers working his buttons and wished he would go faster. Since Loke had started with the bottom button of his shirt, Gray reached for the top one. The Lion lightly slapped his hands away.
"I said I want to remove your clothes," he reminded firmly.
Gray knew he could have completely undressed himself in less time than it took Loke to just take off his shirt. The Spirit then spent ample amounts of time kissing while blindly fiddling with his belt. Getting heated and frustrated, Gray ignored his request and undid the button and zipper of his pants. He glared defiantly at Loke.
"They're not removed," he insisted.
Loke smirked at the technicality. "Maybe I'll punish you for that."
He left it as an open threat, then motioned Gray to stand. He rose, and Loke got down on a knee in front of him. He tugged the pants down, trailing his fingers along Gray's thighs, to his knees, and down to his ankles, until Gray stepped out of the heavy jeans. Loke began to rub the bulge pressing against his boxers. Gray twitched at the grating feel of fabric against his sensitive skin. Loke's hands felt burning hot even through the cotton. When he cracked an eye open and looked down, he saw Loke gazing up at him with a cocky grin.
This bastard is enjoying torturing me this slowly.
"Hurry up," Gray ordered.
"It's called foreplay, and a lion likes to play," Loke purred with a feral grin. "Or you could consider this your punishment."
He kissed the hard bulge through the boxers, then opened his mouth and, with just his lips, bit the side of the hidden cock. Gray could barely help but thrust up to that teasing mouth. Even if Loke agreed to bottom, he was enjoying taking control for now. Gray smirked as he thought about how he would return the punishment later.
"So," Loke mused lightly, kissing again and again through the boxers, "technically, you haven't had a release in seven years."
"Bastard, it's only been a couple days," Gray mumbled.
"Ah, to your mind, maybe. I wonder what your body thinks though. Shall we ask it?"
He hooked his fingers around the elastic band and savored slowly lowering the boxers. Gray hissed as cool air blasted over inflamed skin. Loke spent a moment simply admiring the virile teen.
"For tonight, you're my master," Loke said in seductively soft tones. "I'll obey anything you order of me. So what do you want me to do...master?"
Gray knew this was just one of his games, but it still made him feel empowered to see a strong man like Loke knelt in front of him, gazing up, waiting to be ordered. For tonight, he had his own little Lion to tame.
"Lick it."
Loke stuck his tongue out and gave a tiny lap. "Heh," he snorted out slyly, and he gave Gray only tiny kitty licks.
"Don't be an ass, Loke," Gray chuckled. "Lick it all the way, from root to tip." Loke stuck his tongue out thick and flat and gave it a long, slow lick. "Yeah," Gray moaned in ecstasy. "Like that." Gray's hand rested on Loke's hair. It felt so fluffy, he could hardly help but pet it. "Suck on it," he whispered, caught up in the moment.
"Yes, master," Loke purred, then slid the whole thing into his mouth.
Gray leaned his head back and let out a long, low groan. His mind flashed to moments with Loke. He remembered the first day he saw the man walk into the guild, looking disoriented and grieving. There was a scene, a friendly pat on the head which annoyed the fifteen-year-old mage. He recalled the first day Loke brought in a girl from town to keep him company and how it shocked the whole guild to have someone from "outside" brought in so casually. Then the day they all thought Lisanna died. Loke had comforted Mirajane, not a playboy that day, but looking like he perfectly understood such grief. The day Erza turned seventeen, Loke asked her out during the birthday party. He nearly died from her rage. Gray and Natsu had laughed at him for finally getting turned down by a lady...until Erza directed her rage toward them. They quickly joined Loke in running away, and the three of them had crashed for the night at Natsu's place.
Then he remembered that fateful mission to the north, watching Loke fight with the grace of a feline, being woken up from another nightmare about Ur, Loke holding him, comforting him with tenderness that was almost like a father, almost like a lover. He realized it began that day, thinking a little differently about Loke. He would not call it love yet. He was not even sure when that emotion slipped in. It just grew, like a tree starting from a seed too small to see.
He remembered the first erotic dream, something very similar to what was happening now, Loke sucking him off, although in his dream they were on a tropical beach. There were many other dreams. He knew he was obsessed, but he never dared to act on it. After all, Loke liked Lucy. Gray also liked Lucy, but more as a sister. Sure, she was cute, but was she really his type?
Gray wondered if he even had a type.
Maybe his type came with orange hair and earrings.
He gently pulled Loke's head back. The man made a slight whining noise, pouting that his 'toy' had been taken away.
"Lie down," Gray ordered, staring hard at him.
Loke knew what would happen next. He felt his heart thump. Rarely did he allow someone to top him, but for Gray he would do it. He laid back on the bed and watched the ice mage climb up between his gangling legs. Gray leaned over him completely, rested his arms to the side of Loke's body, and gave him a deep kiss. Loke pulled Gray's hips down a little closer until he felt that heated hardness rub against his own excited erection. Gray reached down and took both cocks into his hand, rubbing them together, spreading the precum from both of them all over. Loke moaned at the cold touch and hot stickiness.
"I know basically what to do," Gray said, "but you'll have to guide me through the first part."
"So, do I get to give you commands now?" Loke smirked up to him.
Gray leaned over and bit Loke's neck as punishment. The Lion Spirit roared at the nip. He had never thought something like that could feel so wonderful.
"Seems that spot is sensitive to all lions," Gray chuckled with a devious gleam in his pale eyes. "Now, show me what to do or I'll fuck you raw." To emphasize the threat, he pressed his tip up close to Loke's tiny hole.
"Okay, okay," Loke agreed fast.
He rolled over to the dresser by the bed and opened it. Leave it to a love hotel to have all supplies ready. He took a bottle of lube, squirted some into his hand, and rubbed it onto Gray's cock.
"Now, rub some onto me and over your fingers, then very slowly slide a finger in."
Gray took the bottle and slicked himself. Then he made sure his fingers were well-lubed. It felt a little gross, but he did not want to hurt Loke. Resting on his arm so he could reach down to Loke's ass but still look at his face, Gray paused with his finger just resting on the puckered rim.
"Are you ready?"
Loke smiled that he was being this considerate. "Go ahead. Slowly."
He felt Gray press, and the lube let him glide in with hardly any pain. Loke hummed at the intrusion as Gray began to slide in and out. It always felt weird at first, but slowly he grew to like it.
"Another," Loke moaned. "Slip in another finger."
Gray looked at the entrance. He pulled back just enough to work in his index finger. Now Loke moaned loudly. Gray watched him, being careful, not wanting to hurt him.
"St-stretch it," Loke grunted. "Like...like scissors."
Gray hesitated on doing anything to cause more pain, but when he made the stretching motion, Loke bucked up at him. It pleased Gray to see him react so powerfully.
"Try...reaching in...deeper," Loke huffed.
"Am I searching for that spot?" Gray asked.
"Yeah, it can sometimes be hard to f-...fuck!" he shouted as Gray rubbed across the prostate.
"Hard to find?" Gray chuckled. "How about a little of this?"
From those prodding fingers, Loke felt intense cold. He screamed, but he yanked Gray closer to him. "What...the hell...is that?"
"Just a little ice," Gray smirked. "My punishment back to you."
"Dammit, Gray...please, enough. It's...it's too much."
Before Gray could stop his ice magic, Loke suddenly came, squirting a stream of milky fluid over his belly. Gray looked surprised.
"Idiot," Loke rasped out between heavy pants.
Gray kept his fingers where they were and leaned over to kiss Loke. The Lion received the kiss eagerly and wrapped his arms around Gray's neck.
"You're...too damn good," Loke admitted wearily.
"Can I still go?" Gray asked.
Loke gulped down a tired pant and nodded. He spread his legs a little more and raised them to present easy entry. Gray took his shaft into his hand to steady himself. He put on a little more lube just to be sure, then pressed the head in, watching it drill in and spread Loke's small hole.
Loke's back arched and he shouted without restraint from the pain. Gray paused, watching, trying to decide what he should do. Pull out? Keep going? Wait for a moment? He had no idea. After a minute, Loke began to relax. The momentary shock passed. He nodded his head, then opened his eyes to see Gray looking uncertain.
"You're no longer a virgin, Gray," he teased.
The teen instantly turned red. Then he let out a small laugh. "Guess you're right. So, what now?"
"Start slow. I'll tell you when you can go faster."
Gray wanted to thrust in hard and fill him completely, but he restrained himself. He eased himself in, watching the pleasure in Loke's face, his eyes that were always shaded now closed in ecstasy, and he listened to the hums and occasional hisses as Gray's girth spread him wider. Gray thought this face was the most beautifully angelic thing in the world.
"Fuck, you're huge," Loke whined. "More."
Gray thrust in as far as he could go. He pressed it in so Loke could feel the whole length. Then he pulled out. The cold air after such inner heat made him want to go back in to hide there, but chill was something Gray had trained to overcome. He pulled out until only the head was in, then thrust in a bit faster. Loke's moan told him he was getting used to it.
Gray began a slow rhythm, feeling the friction, listening to the moist sloppiness of the lube, and the faint slap of flesh against flesh. Loke grunted at each thrust. When Gray hit the right spot, those low, sultry grunts became fervid cries.
"There! More!"
Gray now had an aim: to hit that spot and keep hitting it, to make Loke cry out loud until he roared just like a lion. He reached down and tweaked Loke's nipples, earning an even louder cry and arched back. Loke was getting hard again and writhing under him. Gray chuckled in pleasure at seeing such reactions.
"Moooore," Loke groaned in a drawn out plead.
Gray held the Spirit's hips and thrust hard, no restraint anymore. He grabbed Loke's cock and pumped it hard to his thrusts.
Loke roared! The sound inflamed Gray. He watched the open mouth, the wild cry, the face of someone about to lose all control and give in to pure animal instincts. He leaned over and bit hard into Loke's neck.
"Fuck! Gray, no! I'll...I'm gonna..."
His shouts were too much. Gray stroked him faster and thrust with no rhythm, just pure selfish need. He needed to feel more! He needed to release the tension in the pit of his stomach! He needed Loke!
His haunches tensed as he slammed in and burst. A loud grunt escaped between the teeth on Loke's neck. It felt...so good! Indescribable! Just thinking that he was cumming inside the man he adored was overwhelming.
Loke stiffened and arched under him. He had hoped to last longer, but this virgin knew exactly what to do. He was too good! Loke surrendered himself to pure instinct, and he felt his own hot liquid splatter again, not as thick this time but twice as intense.
It was like sudden silence after a cymbal crash in an orchestra. After the shouts and moans, after the rush of blood to their ears and screaming tension, there was now peace, floating gently off from that high, and the slow flowing of bliss into their blood stream. All that disturbed this peace were huffs of exhaustion and an occasional hum. Their ears buzzed at the quietness.
Still Gray stayed leaned over, his teeth not giving up yet. He made a few more thrusts, letting Loke's ass milk him. Then as the moment of intensity faded into hazy euphoria, Gray loosened his bite and sucked on it softly, kissing the red mark. He leaned up and smiled down at his new lover. Loke looked ready to sleep. He smiled and laughed happily at Gray. Their noses rubbed together in a moment of tenderness.
"Okaeri," Loke whispered. (Welcome home)
Gray chuckled and gave Loke a kiss. "Tadaima," he replied happily. (I'm home.)
"I've missed you." Loke grabbed Gray and pulled him tight against him. "I missed you so much!"
Gray blushed slightly at the feel of the cum squishing between their bodies. "H-Hey! We're getting messy."
"I'll bathe you. Just...stay here with me for a moment." Loke hugged him for a long time, then opened his eyes in surprise. "Um...you can pull out now, you know."
"Oh! Right, sorry."
Gray finally withdrew, then he laid on his side and held Loke in comfort. He supposed it was weird. To him, they were fighting together on Tenrou Island only a few days ago. Loke looked exactly the same, although his hair was long again. He was getting used to it, though. But for Loke...for everyone in the guild, everyone in the whole world...seven years! Gray pitied Loke, waiting so long, unsure what happened.
He held Loke close and whispered, "I'm here now, and I'm staying. I won't leave you again."
The Celestial Spirit sighed in relief. He was so happy to have Gray back, he almost wanted to cry.
"You claimed me," Gray said gently, petting Loke's ginger hair until the Lion began to purr. "Now I claim you. You're mine, Loke. I'm not going to surrender you." He pulled his cuddly Lion closer and kissed the top of his head. "Even if I have to share you with Lucy, you're still mine."
Loke hummed and smiled to himself as his ear laid against Gray's pale chest, listening to his heartbeat. "Taboo. A Spirit isn't supposed to have two masters."
"Silly," Gray chuckled, still high on hormones. "I'm not your master. I'm..." He knew he wanted to say it, but it felt weird. It made him blush. Still, he had to say it. If he didn't, he might wake up and think this whole thing was only another erotic dream. "I'm...your lover."
Loke shivered to hear that. It had been a very, very long time since Leo the Lion had heard words spoken like that. "Llllllover," he purred, rolling his tongue. Then, in weariness, Loke fell asleep in Gray's arms.

End of Chapter 9

A/N: Okaeri and Tadaima are traditional "Welcome home" and "I'm home" responses. They are sweet things to say between couples. Remember chibi!Natsu blushing when he had to say it to Lisanna? Totally cute moment!
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