My Fairy Tail (BxB yaoi collection)

Your Sting

Natsu was no longer bound by the legs and arms and as Sting lifted him from the cold room and out of the darkness Natsu was unable to muster the energy to escape let alone beg for the release of his friends. He was dropped onto a bed something that normally would give him comfort only made fear and worry swim in his stomach. He felt the dip of the bed as someone sat near him. But instead of seeing Sting when he lifted his head he saw Rogue and Frosch.

"Sting's gone to get some things." He said.

"Why is he doing this?" Natsu managed to croak.

"I've known Sting for many years and even I don't know what goes on in his head. He's had an unhealthy obsession with you for even longer than I've known him." Rogue said he got up to leave and Natsu clung to his cloak.

"Please..." He begged.

"I can't help you." Rogue sighed.

"No... Help Lucy... And Happy." Rogue looked down at the pitiful dragon slayer. That was the thing with dragon slayers. They were either dominant or submissive.

"They aren't in danger. The voices were merely mimics created by a member of our guild. They think you died in the fire." He assured the begging dragon slayer. He lay back with a relieved expression when Sting swept back into the room.

"Out." Sting snapped and Rogue and Frosch quickly left. "What did you talk about."

"The whether." Natsu muttered having regained a spark of energy. Sting scowled at the thought that Rogue was trying to connect with Natsu. He'd have to have a word to the shadow dragon slayer.

"Lie on your stomach." Sting ordered.

"I don't want to." Natsu snapped.

"Do you really want to risk your friends?"

"I know you don't have them." Natsu snarled.

'Blast it, Rogue!' Sting mentally snarled. "Just because we don't have them doesn't mean we can't hurt them." He threatened. That pulled the reins back in slightly. Natsu begrudgingly rolled onto his stomach.

"Now what?" He sighed. "I thought you'd tortured me enough. I'm not even bothered with being aroused. No big deal if I don't actually want to be." Sting was both angry and thankful Natsu had slightly returned to his normal fiery self.

"Get on your hands and knees." He ordered.

"Jesus, you coulda said that first." Natsu murmured. His body ached in protest of his movement. A sharp pain in his side caused him to topple to his side. "Fuck!" He hissed. One of his ribs must have been broken in the last beating.

"Hurry up." Sting murmured. "I haven't got all day."

"I've been under the impression you have more than a day." Natsu snapped. With a sharp intake of air he managed get on his hands and knees. And looked up at his captor sourly. "You really did a fucking number on me. How long do you plan to beat me until you're satisfied? Lucy-" the sharp sound of skin striking skin echoed through the air. Natsu growled at the searing pain of the slap. Anger welled up in his chest, not because of the pain, no he was used to that, but he felt degraded, lower than Sting.

"Don't you ever mention that whore in front of me." Sting snarled. He noticed it, the hint of submission that was caused by the slap. He remembered now that Natsu was like him. Any amount of beating can be recovered from but a Dragon Slayer's dominance is his or her pride. Something as degrading as a slap certainly triggered confusion and anger within the smaller Dragon Slayer. His dominance was being challenged and he didn't know how to react. Things, like slapping, ordering and punishing would make him question his power over Sting and force Natsu into a role of submission. Which meant that Stings plans for Natsu would assure his dominance over the pink haired slayer.