Catch the Thunder

Hunter/Prey

A/N: Just to clarify, their condo has a separate shower stall and side bathtub.

Warning: They engage in some mild rape fantasy. It's totally consensual and very much enjoyed by both.

Freed woke and felt a heavy arm draped over his chest. He was on his back, but Laxus was still on his side, snuggled next to him. Laxus' mouth hung open, and drool crusted his cheek down to a damp spot on his pillow. Freed wanted to laugh at how adorable he looked, especially after everything that happened yesterday.

The sun was up, the morning already getting hot with summer. Freed caught sight of the clock. A quarter to nine. He rarely slept in so late, but his body still felt stiff from the night before. Slowly, he slipped out of Laxus' hold and stretched. He rubbed out his jaw. That especially felt sore from the muzzle. When he went to the bathroom to pee, it still stung a bit deep inside from the catheter.

He wrapped a housecoat around him and went to the kitchen to fix breakfast. While he was flipping pancakes, Laxus lumbered forward, completely naked and his blond hair frazzled.

"Goooood morning!" Freed sang out.

Laxus growled. How could he be so chirpy first thing in the morning? "Seriously, you have no sense of the concept of sleeping in."

"I did sleep in. I'd already be sitting at my desk by this time."

Laxus rolled his eyes, knowing he would never get used to Freed's early morning schedule. Then he really looked at him, wrapped in a robe and barefoot in the kitchen. Memories of the previous day returned to Laxus. It was hard to believe how Freed could change personalities so drastically, from the refined elitist entertaining politicians and powerful business moguls, to an erotic pet whimpering with masochistic pleasure, to a domestic husband—

Shit, don't think of him as a husband!

"Y'kay?" Laxus asked, just a little worried about how Freed was holding up, not just physically, but mentally, bouncing from one extreme to another like this.

"I feel fine," he assured. "You should clean up. I'd like to eat soon."

Laxus hummed, wondering why the rush. Did they have to go somewhere? What day was it anyway? His mind was still on some dream about a water park and Freed in a speedo.

"Remember? Ten o'clock sharp."

It still took Laxus a few seconds for it to register. When it did, he smiled to see Freed so eager to continue this long-term scene.

"Did I really say ten? I meant nine."

Freed's mouth dropped. He looked over at the clock. 8:57. There was no way he could finish cooking breakfast.

"You should have slept in longer ... and let me sleep in."

Freed turned to the stove and began to rush. Three minutes. The pancakes at least would be finished by then, but he had biscuits baking in the oven, and he had not even started on the eggs.

Laxus walked up behind him and wrapped his arms around Freed. "Is my pet talented enough to cook?"

He gulped hard at that whisper and the strength in those warm arms. "Y-yes, master."

Laxus nuzzled his neck and left wet kisses down to his shoulder as he tugged the housecoat aside, letting his hands glide over Freed's chest and abs. "We have two minutes. Talk to me while you still can."

Freed had to shift the pancakes aside before they burned and set his spatula down as Laxus slowly undressed him, kissing and lightly biting all the way. He shivered at the erotic tenderness, but he tried to think of something to say, to set up barriers before they began. He had hoped to have a slow, heartfelt talk about last night over breakfast. Now, he had to rush and simplify everything.