Catch the Thunder

Next Round

Gray left out a sigh after the tense confrontation between Orga and Laxus. "Well, let's all honor boundaries from now on, okay?" He looked down to Natsu, who still sat on the floor by his feet like a cat. "How about we play a little fetch? Fetch me a drink and another one of those hamburger sliders. Use only your mouth, and I want you to crawl. Don't spill or you're paying for the carpet cleaning bill."

Natsu crawled over and got the drink. Bob decided to fix a mojito, so at least if it spilled, there would be no stain. Natsu managed to carry the glass back in his mouth with surprising ease, considering it was sweaty and sloshing liquid. The plate of food was harder; he had to set it down and nudge the tiny hamburger back into the center many times, then pick the plate up with his mouth and crawl a little closer to Gray.

"Fetch! How original," Orga mocked. "He's obviously well-trained, so why bother? This is supposed to be about challenging your sub, not making them do stuff they do all the time anyway. It'd be like if I asked my toy to suck my cock. Of course he'd do it."

Gray finally took the plate. "Actually, my pet is a cat, and fetch is something new for us. Cats don't fetch, after all."

"If he's a cat, order him to lick his own ass. At least that would be entertaining."

Gray rolled his eyes. He reached into his pocket, pulled out a little candy box, and shook out a few sweets. "Here, have some treats. Good pet."

Natsu meowed happily and purred.

"Okay, our turn," said Sting. "Rogue, how about you—"

"DJ, Right Said Fred."

"Hell yeah," Hibiki chuckled, and he clicked a few things to bring up the song.

"Oh God, no," Sting moaned. "It's supposed to be my turn."

"You know I take the opportunity if you're not quick enough. Now come on. You know what to do," Rogue said with a smug glint in his eyes. "Just like in Texas."

"We almost died in Texas!"

"It was sexy."

"You still have a scar on your face from that."

Rogue gave him a hard, commanding look. "Do it!"

Sting shook his head, but he still got up, singing, "I'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my shirt, so sexy it hurts."

"Strip it off. You know the routine."

Rolling his eyes, Sting pulled off his shirt and swung it away.

Gray leaped up, laughing at any chance to dance again. "Here, I'll join ya. Come on, both of us!" He began to dance right next to Sting and bumped into him hard. "Get a little hip movement there," he encouraged.

With Gray there to urge him on, Sting lost his hesitation. He saw Rogue with a laughing smile, something he rarely showed, but always did when it was Sting being silly. So he hammed it up, being outrageously provocative.

He leaned into Rogue's face and sang along. "I'm too sexy for your body, too sexy for your body." Rogue laughed and allowed Sting to caress down his chest and slip his hands inside of his shirt. However, that was all Sting would give him, a tease, before pulling away like he was too good for a body like that. That coyness made Rogue hunger him more.

Then both Gray and Sting sang together, "I'm a model, you know what I mean, and I do my little turn on the catwalk. Yeah, on the catwalk. On the catwalk, yeah, I do my little turn on the catwalk."

Natsu burst out in laughter, and Freed covered his mouth as he giggled. Orga wanted to complain, but he had to laugh. Rufus smiled privately, sneaking glances up and hoping Orga did not ask him to dance too.