"All this rivalry seems so unnecessary," you sigh, dropping your gaze to the floor. I can't help but admire your beautiful eyes that are hidden by your eyelids serenely.
Lost for words, I approach you, although your head is still dropped, causing me to remain unnoticed. You continue to speak to yourself, words so soft like silk. I always love these talking sessions; usually, on a day to day basis, it's your common ramblings, but now, it's the words I've been craving to hear for a long time.
"I don't want to compete with him anymore..." you trail off, gorgeous notes gliding off your tongue. Your voice is certainly my favourite thing about you.
You shudder a little, as if you feel a strange presence, and turn around abruptly, arousing panic in my heart. I quickly manoeuvre behind you and you swallow thickly. I can feel the uncertainty in your stomach, the way your eyes dart around the room. Relief washes over me as I realise I'm undetected.
Your face softena as does my heart. "I want to end this, Natsu."
You kneel, pressing a hand to the stone floor. You wince at the coldness biting your skin. "You once stood on this floor, dancing with me, all those years ago."
Memories come flooding back to both of us, gushing even. When our magic was at rest, I used to dance with you; hold your waist, hold your hand, and you'd cast your guiding light onto my soul, ripping the darkness I felt away. But we grew apart, Grey. I knew you'd always had your rivalry with me, jokey or not, but oh how I miss you. You make me sick because I adore you so and you have no idea.
"Grey," I rasp, and your ears fly up like a dog whose owner has just called its name. You turn around, flustered, and your breathing hitches.
"What are you doing here?" you question, puzzled, but mostly angry. "You heard all of that?"
I admit, "Yes, Grey, and I... agree...!"
Your eyelids flutter closed and your head bows slightly. You turn your back to me hastily. My feet absent-mindedly step, causing the stone to rattle, clearly too much for the acoustics of the room the handle, echoing so chillingly that you shudder again. I embrace you from behind, wrapping my arms around your tender waist - you hesitate before removing my arms coldly, yanking me back into bitter reality.
"Neither of us need this, Nat," you calling me by my nickname lightens the mood, but your words penetrating the tense atmostphere certainly doesn't.
"But that doesn't matter to me," you whisper, almost seductively. "Because I want you."
What the fuck?
You face me again, lust burning in your eyes. I blush furiously, losing myself in your lethal weapons that are restrained by your dark eyebrow. Your hand caresses down my arm, reaching for my hand. I gulp from nervousness. I didn't want to do this now, but how can I resist you, Gray.
Our hands lock, and you use your other hand to force me against the wall. How I can find you being so gentle and then forceful so sexy, I don't know.
Once our bodies our press together, you release my hand, and instead place yours behind my neck, fingers dancing on my exposed skin. "I know you like it rough," you smirk provocatively. Not expecting an answer, you place a weightless kiss on my cheek; clearly one of affection before you get to the dirtier side of things. Hungry for you, I turn my head so our lips brush; you struggle to suppress a giggle at my plea for your kiss. You gladly oblige, pressing a firmer kiss onto my lips. I purr at the sensation, the feeling of pure bliss we're both feeling.
We start off slow, silent at first, but as you deepen the kiss, I can't help but release a single sound of pleasure; you interpret this as your cue to let your hand travel down my back. My spine arches slightly. You have no idea where else I want those wonderful hands to be.
Our breaths melt together, taking me rocketing to a whole other planet. Your cold against my hot is satisfying my undisclosed desires. We have to go further. You're driving me crazy, motherfucker.
Your tongue graces my lips, asking for access to my mouth, and I gladly allow your tongue to explore every inch. Usually I'd dominate but with you I have to be controlled, like I'm under your spell, you fucking devil.
You withdraw your hand from behind my back and instead pin my wrists behind me. I writhe underneath you; anyone who dominates will know how satisfying it is to control a submissive and see them struggle.
Before we separate, you nibble my bottom lip delicately, only to bite down and pull as we part You devour me with your eyes, sucking the life out of me so effortlessly and unknowingly. You place a final, passionate kiss on my desperate lips and move on to my neck. I take in a sharp breath and you laugh maniacally, shattering the silence only we share. Usually I'd be a noisy mess but this silence feels to comfortable.
Your laugh doesn't discourage me at all. You suck the throb of my vein, developed from my erratic beating heart, right on my sweet spot. Your tongue flickers over it, but instead of continuing, you move down to my collar bone, the most sensitive place of all - it's like you're reading my mind and the thoughts that beg you to do unspeakable things to me.
With your finger you pull my shirt down so you get full access to the deep crevice, your tongue tracing the bone itself, and then making its way into the dip in my skin. I release another pleasure-filled purr. Your eyes are still closed as you work on my exposed skin, discovering what pleases me the most.
When you're done, I'm left with millions of little love bites, which I will cherish till they fade. You seem satisfied with your work; you bear an annoying smirk that makes me want to kiss you bloody senseless, but I want to go even further with you, baby.
I swear you can read me like a book, Gray. Your hands examine my chest, teasing my nipples under the inconvenient fabric. Under your weight, my back arches again, pressing our crotches even closer together. A groan escapes us both, your first noise of pleasure of the night. Now I know what pleases you the most, I reach my hand down, pushing us apart very slightly, and start palming you; you instantly grind into my hand and I lick my lips playfully. Your head falls back as I work on you, your moans like music to my ears.
"You like that?" I taunt, but I already know the answer. Your mouth falls open and you bite your lip, digging your nails into my back.
"Yes, k-keep going," you breathe out, the words hardly audible.
I rub a little harder, and that sets you off on a whole other level. You're grinding very hard into my hand, and I know how close you are, so I don't hesitate to remove your belt. I watch your trousers drop to the floor, and, still working on you, I admire your beautiful legs, despite the contracted muscles due to your throbbing cock.
Just as I'm about to let your cock spring free, we hear an all too familiar voice.
"Natsu? Gray?" she calls - WHY OH WHY? - and you slap a hand over my mouth and we hold our breaths, wishing our bodies would show us mercy, but it's too late. As you let out a gasp that resembles a deflating balloon, Lucy enters, her usual dainty self, we share a look of disgust, perhaps not just at ourselves but Lucy too.
Her eyes widen as she realises the situation. She screams, making us all wince, but it dies in her throat. "Oh my God, what the fuck are you doing?"
Before we can say another word, she finishes, "...And can I join?"
