Crescendo [Sting Eucliffe]

dOn'T tOuCh My MaTe

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"Really Sting?" a certain siren slayer muttered as she cuddled into her mate's chest, "I think that was a bit over the top."

"Not at all mate, not at all," the white dragon pulled his mate closer, "My mate, mine!"

Now, dear reader, I'm sure you must be wondering at least one of two things:

One: why the hell is Sting repeating his sentences. Like honestly, this boy is acting like a Vulcan.

Two: what the fuck did he do?

Well, dear reader, let me tell you what Sting's mating season instincts are like, especially when he feels that Aika is uncomfortable.

The trio had simply gone on a job, with their only instruction being to infiltrate a dark guild. They had been doing just fine, but everything went to shit when a member spotted Aika and tried to make a pass at her.

The ugly brute had swaggered over to her and casually swung and arm over her shoulders, "Hey baby," he whispered into her ear, "I can just imagine yo-"

A loud 'SNAP' echoed through the hall as the archer hit the floor, "Don't fucking touch my mate."

And here we are.

The trio sat in the remains of the guild, overlooking the destruction they'd caused. The sight reminded the white dragon of his former idol, of Natsu Dragneel. Before he met his mate, he would read ever single magazine about fairytail.

"It sure takes you back, doesn't it?" He muttered as he lifted his hand to his mate's waist, "Last time we saw them, you were up to here on Gajeel, Aika was even shorter."

Aika giggled from her spot on Sting's lap,"I remember Rogue being a pretty big fan of his."

"I didn't care for him," Sting mockingly scrunched his nose, "he was scary."

"Stop bringing up the past," the third wheel muttered, "We chose to follow a different path than them."

"I found you!!" a somewhat familiar voice screamed.

"Great this asshat again," Aika muttered as the man knocked his arrow, "Aaand he's shooting at me. Sting's gonna lose his shit. Fucking great."

A silver arrow flew towards her as the man shouted, "Aha! Take this!"

The siren slayer didn't even flinch when her mate growled, ripped the arrow from the air and began to eat it. He stood, with Aika in his arms, and roared, sending an explosion of holy magic towards the fucker who decided to approach his mate.

"Damn mate," Aika giggled, "you're out of shape, his head's still on!"

The white dragon looked down at his mate with his iconic smirk, "I figured you'd be pretty pissed if I killed him."

Truth be told, he was pissed, but the smartass dragon was thinking ahead, 'Why waste my energy on him when I can spend it all on mate tonight?'

"It really is you!" The man Sting dubbed as 'the-mate-stealing-fucker' screeched, "The slayers of the Sabertooth guild! White Dragon Sting, Shadow Dragon Rogue... and Water Goddess Aika Eucliffe!"

"Now you've done it." Muttered the siren as she kissed her mate's jawline, "Calm down, Sting."

"Comfort mate," the dragon clenched his fist as he handed his mate to his shadowy counterpart, "this guy needs a beating."

Sting cracked his knuckles as he walked towards the crumpled heap on the floor, "First you try to flirt with my mate. Then, you try to kill her. And now you have the audacity to speak her name in my presence? Die!"