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Luminescence

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Hi hi! Here's the latest Lumi installation – it comes in the form of a very dirty StingYu oneshot (since I know that has been requested since the very first chapter) as a very special (super belated) birthday present to my dear friend Ale! Happy Birthday, Ale!

This chapter is, well, extremely rough. Like, I barely edited it, and typed most of the end half-asleep, so my most sincerest apologies if none of the ending paragraphs make any sense at all. I'll definitely be going back to edit them.

Also, this is so incredible dirty, I almost didn't want to publish it – we've got a little bit of bondage, a little bit of dom!Yukino and sub!Sting (but only a little, because our adoring little guild master really does not do sub well). Please, please, please note that this has extremely explicit content, and I would rather if you were under the age of 18 you did not read this. Lots of dirty talk ahead, for sure!

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Warning: VERY sexually explicit scenes. By continuing you acknowledge that you are aware there are adult situations in the following chapters, and have willingly agreed to read them.

Disclaimer: Fairy Tail, its respected characters and its plot are all sole property of Hiro Mashima. Any resemblance to other pieces of literature or fiction, whether published online or on paper, is purely unintentional and merely coincidental.

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When he first accepted the position of Sabertooth Guild Master, Sting Eucliffe knew what people had said. He heard the gossiping whispers underneath curled fingers as he strode past, saw the words brazenly displayed against the cover of Sorcerer's Weekly – it wasn't as if people were subtle, and Sting certainly wasn't going to be one to correct them. Why ruin the fun?

Yeah, he was rather partial (that was putting it lightly, mind you) to the bragging rights (could you blame a guy?) and the perks! Damn, talk about a sweet position. Women (of all ages) threw themselves down at his feet; he was showered in praise over his physique and chiseled jaw, his fighting prowess, agility, cunning wit, and despite their major loss in the Grand Magic Games, Sabertooth was still one of the most vied after guilds in Fiore. Now, while you'd think this would only inflate his ego, it had all surprisingly achieved much the opposite. Sting had earned the title just three months shy of his twentieth birthday, which meant two things: first, that he was one of the youngest guild masters in history (nice), and second, his naïve, foolhardy ego had severely misinterpreted how much work he was going to have to do in order to keep Sabertooth afloat. Sure, they were a bit better behaved than other guilds (not naming any in particular…), but they certainly weren't without their hiccups.

Oh god, and the meetings.

The meetings were so fucking boring. Nobody had told him that once every three months he would have to join all of the other Guild Masters for some sort of obligatory conference week. Yeah, a fucking week full of nonstop meetings over the most asinine bullshit – Fairy Tail destroying who knows what again, a sky-high list of filed complaints against Blue Pegasus (most notably their colorful Trimen leader), and he would rather not talk about what they had to deal with when it came to Quattro Cerberus (disgusting). Lamia Scale kept to themselves for the most part (and thankfully they sent Vastia in place of their aging master – he, Sting didn't really mind as much), but it was Mermaid Heel that the Sabertooth master couldn't fucking stand.

"So," despite his size, Sting had to admit that Makarov Dreyar could easily command a room of any velocity, "now that we're done giving my children hell, I believe it's time to move on to our next point of business: Spring will be here in less than two months. Before you know it, we'll be back to preparing for the next Grand Magic Games. Now, Fairy Tail would like to propos – "

Annnnd that was about all of his attention Sting could spare. God, how long had he been in this damn room? It felt like these walls were beginning to close in on him, and this oval table they awkwardly jammed everyone at during the meetings was still too cramped for his liking. There were no windows, just dimming lights from atop a massive chandelier that hung above said table, and that was what drove Sting wild the most – how much time had passed? How much more did they have left to go? Surely it was well into the afternoon. Fuck. He should have worn a watch. In fact, wasn't this the reason why Yukino had bought him a damn watch for his birthday? He had been complaining incessantly about how bad he needed a manual wristwatch to check on during these meetings, help him count the minutes.

So, she had bought him one. A nice one – a simple one – a sleek, black matte number with white-gold accents – and he had sworn he would never take it off. Well, to be fair, he really didn't want to, but it just kept getting caught in her damn hair, and nothing killed a mood more than her gagging on him (teeth dangerously close to his…well) as his damn watch yanked her in another direction.

Plus, it wasn't waterproof, and they both were quite partial to fucking in the shower.

Sting groaned, leaning back in his chair as Makarov continued to prattle on about the upcoming tournament. God, when was the last time he and Yukino had actually been able to see each other, let alone share a bed? It was creeping on almost two months now, and it didn't help that the moment she got back from her latest job request he had to rush off to Clover Town. And what the hell for? The only thing accomplished at any of these meetings was increasing the size of Sting's office work.

But gods, moreover, Sting really did genuinely miss her. Yeah, he missed Rogue and Lector, and of course he missed his guild, but nights had begun to feel a bit empty without another body. Of course he knew there was room for other bodies, but those bodies weren't…they weren't Yukino. Fuck, at this point he could barely fight the urge to try and play this shit off any more – he didn't want other women. They didn't know that he liked to be woken up by gentle kisses along his jawline, or that he absolutely fucking despised his feet being touched – by anyone, even Lector. They didn't know that he preferred tea to coffee, vanilla to chocolate, or that he was an early riser – up with the sun – and he expected everyone to follow suit.

Her laughter. Her positivity. No matter how angry he was with trivial matters, the moment her gentle voice coaxed him out of his rage-fueled rants, everything was so much better. She made it so much better – she made him so much better. Quiet, calm, collected, that's what Yukino Aguria was to a fault. Not only that, but she just had a knack for showing him how to look at problems from another point of view, a different angle, producing a better solution. The only reason why his entire office even had some form of order was because of her. The only reason why he hadn't destroyed half of the city was because of her. The only reason why he probably hadn't completely fuckin' blown this position was because he didn't want to let her down – and she believed in him and what he could do.

Oh, and he would be lying if he said he didn't miss the feel of her body curved around his. Everything about her was just so… fragile compared to him. He knew she was anything but delicate, though the way her flushed skin bruised beneath his touch signaled otherwise. The way she buried her nose between the juncture of his neck and shoulder, the way she straddled him so that he fit perfectly between the pooling heat that gathered at her center…gods, he was treading dangerous waters even starting to think about these things while in this godforsaken meeting.

That little mewl of appreciation she tried to stifle when he first entered her after dreaming of being inside of her all night…

"Fuck."

Sting hadn't realized that he had uttered the words out loud until his neighbor to the left elbowed him in the rib cage with the hilt of her katana.

"Would it kill you to pay attention during at least one of our discussions, Eucliffe?"

Kagura Mikazuchi had been selected as the Mermaid Heel representative, naturally. Their guild master (who, to be honest, Sting had never even seen once – not even when he had stopped by the guild for business matters) was just as old as Lamia Scale's, if not older, and had appointed Kagura to be her placeholder, much to Sting's utter chagrin.

And she was always fucking seated next to him.

Yeah, whatever, she was powerful, and she was drop-dead gorgeous. You'd have to be blind not to notice Kagura's looks, but every time Sting saw her the guilt he felt from Yukino's banishment just sat in his gut like a ball of lead.

Oh, and she was always throwing him looks and snide remarks. Always. As if the guy could catch a break between her and Master Bob to his right. It wasn't that Master Bob pestered him – he wasn't rude by any means, and rarely stepped out of line. He just really reeked of floral perfume, and Sting's nose just couldn't take the abuse.

It was like being on some sort of cruel theme park ride.

Fine, fuck this. Sting had been well behaved enough to warrant some time on his lacrima. Slipping a hand into his pocket, he pulled out a sleek little touch screen and watched as the time (seven forty-two at night, praise be to the gods) was proudly displayed, with several bouncing notifications underneath it. Lector, Rogue, Dobengal, Lector again, Rogue once more – he scanned through them all until he finally reached his destination.

Yukino.

'Hey you :) we're on our way back to Hargeon. I miss you a lot – I hope everything's okay. don't let them get to you – you're still the greatest guild master to me x'

Goddammit.

Just as he was about to put it back into his pocket though, several more notifications popped up.

'p.s. – for your eyes only!'

There was an attached file.

Hm. Odd.

Clicking open the file, Sting nearly dropped his lacrima onto the polished wood floors. Was…was that Yukino's…OH GOD. There was no fucking way, no absolute fuckin' way she had –

"Put your damn lacrima away," Kagura hissed at him again leaning over, "honestly, this isn't a bar, you're at a guild master meet – "

"Is something wrong, Representative Mikazuchi? Master Eucliffe?"

"Everything's fine. My apologies for the disturbance. It won't happen again." Kagura murmured, back now ramrod straight. Sting clutched his lacrima against the heel of his palm, nodding sternly before sliding it back into the deep confines of his pocket.

Makarov merely closed his eyes in response, continuing with the open discussion.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Sting had to look at that again – he just had to – but there was no way he was going to make it out alive between Makarov and Kagura's fucking hawk-eyes.

Okay, just breathe.

On the bright side, these meetings usually ended around 8:30, at the absolute latest – they rarely continued on past the twelve-hour mark, and they had gotten an early start...

But one more peek couldn't hurt.

Oh, to hell with it. He was Sting fuckin' Eucliffe, was he really so concerned over getting in trouble?

Flipping the screen back, he folded his arms so that the lacrima was cradled in the crook of his elbow, with its back turned away from the prying eyes of one Kagura Mikazuchi, and as the screen lit up once more the poor Sabertooth guild master didn't stand a chance.

Laying there, against the sheets of what was unmistakably his conference room bed, was Yukino Aguria clad in what would to be the most scandalous lingerie Sting had seen in quite a long time. That fucking minx had angled the camera just so it captured the majority of her body…stopping just at her wrist, as it dipped beyond the bright, off-white mesh of her tiny little bow-lined panties. Her other hand was latched onto the budding peak of a (very prominent) nipple, that same mesh fabric twisting ever so slightly beneath her fingertips. How the hell had she worked this?! Who was holding the camera?!

May the gods have absolute mercy upon his mortal dragon-slaying soul, because if she was in his room, there was no way he was going to leave a bed to come back to during the next conference. Shit, he was already feeling woozy from the blood rush.

"Honestly Eucliffe are you fucking – OH MY GOD!" Kagura's voice rang out against the room, echoing as everyone turned to the duo with wide eyes.

Makarov's eye twitched, but eventually the snap of electricity that had engulfed the atmosphere faded, and he sat down on the tabletop, massaging his temples.

"All right, fine. You're dismissed for the night, I've kept you here long enough," he shot a look up at Sting, "but tomorrow, I'm not going to be as generous."

"Understood," Sting exhaled, gripping his knee for several beats before awkwardly shifting to move from the seat, waddling (and eventually sprinting) out of the conference door.

As the masters finished filtering out, Makarov folded his arms against his chest, sighing in exasperation.

"'If I visit he'll focus I promise,'" Makarov dithered, raising his voice an octave, "'I know how he works!' Damn pretty little celestial mages using sweet words with me. I'm getting too soft in my old age."

At least that damn dragon slayer would be a little less antsy tomorrow, but Makarov didn't know which was worse – lack of sleep, or lack of attention span.

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The walk back to his room was torturous to say the least. On the bright side, the chill from the late winter air cut right through the building's walls to his skin and really helped cool him down between strides. Damn. How the hell had she even found this place?! Surely there was no way she could have possibly tracked him…but that wasn't exactly Yukino's deal. They both were very understanding when it came to the distance and their, er, relationship, and though he could be a bit of a womanizer in his own time, Sting surely could be trusted…she trusted him, and he trusted her.

Yeah. Yukino wasn't the jealous, possessive type. She was…that just wasn't her style. No way.

Taking the stairs two at a time (naturally he leapt up the last few), Sting fumbled several minutes for his key before finally slamming his door open, chest heaving, only to find…

…She wasn't there.

"Yukino?"

The bed was still made. Sting approached it, hand hovering over the blankets. It didn't appear to have been ruffled, but he was certain Yukino had been laying against the sheets…

He grabbed ahold of one of the pillows, pressing it to his face and inhaling.

She was here.

Slamming it back down onto the mattress, Sting stood up, eyes narrowing towards his bathroom door. If she thought she was going to get away with this without proper punishment, that darling celestial mage of his was in for a very rude wake up call.

The floorboards creaked as he strode over, but just before he could grasp the knob, the unmistakable hiss of water echoed out. Sting paused for a moment, a slow, careful smirk spreading across his face.

Oh, so this was all a part of the plan, eh?

Fine, he'll play.

As the door opened, a quick burst of steam exploded, engulfing the young man in a cloud of humidity. The shower's beating only got louder the further he moved in, but he could easily make out the silhouette of his girlfriend standing by the shower's open curtain, clad still in that delicious white lingerie. Gods, her ass was literally bare – not a single stretch of material to be found, other than a large bow fastened just between the two dimples of her lower back. He loved those dimples the most. However, as she turned to face him, all resolve to 'play along' went directly out of the window – he had her pressed back to chest against his body, hands roaming to cup her most intimate areas, just like she had done previously.

His lips found the shell of her ear instantly.

"Bed. Now."

Yukino relaxed into Sting's grip, rolling her hips against the dragon slayer's body as his fingers began to rub between her legs, breaking out into a grin when he realized she had already soaked through the material. It had been so long – too long.

"A little impatient, aren't we?" She murmured, bucking her hips so that his fingers dipped against her slick heat.

"I'm sorry," Sting removed his grip, allowing Yukino to move and turn so that they were face to face. Their eyes met, but only for a moment before she reached up to wrap her arms around her guild master's neck, bringing him so that their lips could meet.

Unlike most of their first kisses, this one did not start off innocent at all. Sting was starving. To hell with foreplay, and to hell with waiting any longer – he was going to fuck her good enough to satisfy the both of them for all the nights, weeks, hell, the months they had missed. With his goal finally locked in, Sting's tongue, lips, and teeth all assaulted any part of the celestial mage he could devour, bruising her skin in his wake. In turn, Yukino obliged, relinquishing control momentarily as Sting moved his hands down her wide hips, cupping her ass and lifting her up so that she was positioned right where he wanted her.

Yukino broke the kiss.

"Not yet."

Sting groaned, his head falling down to meet her shoulder.

"Yukino."

His voice was stern, albeit hoarse. Why wait any longer than they had to? He wanted her now, and she clearly wanted him, why was there any need for stalling? Bucking his hips up so that she could feel him against the crotch of her panties, the dragon slayer nearly lost it as she gasped.

Yukino's hands moved to his shoulders in an attempt to push away, but Sting only brought her closer, tongue curling against the dips and ridges of her collarbone. He sucked at her skin, making sure a mark (or three) was left as punishment for her impertinence.

"You ruined the surprise by coming too soon – "

"That won't happen again." Sting cut her off. She could feel his lips stretch out in a grin against her throat, where he had moved his tongue and teeth to sweetly bite and lick some more, a careful trail of welts left behind them.

Collecting herself once more, Yukino grasped at the crown of her guild master's head, and pulled harshly, causing him to move and look up at her face, brows furrowed.

"What the fu - "

"I'm in control tonight."

Sting's eyes widened, but something fierce and carnal quickly flickered across them. Ah, so that's what she was getting at. Dammit, Sting Eucliffe was possibly the most impatient son of a bitch to walk this godforsaken earth, but there was no way he would push this issue further if Yukino had something so cunning up her sleeve.

"All right," Sting carefully placed her down back onto the bathroom floor, a sly, predatory grin now working its way against his features, "you're in control."

Yukino grasped his chin between her thumb and forefinger, bringing his face back down to her own, softly sealing her lips over his own. She sucked gently at his bottom lip, pulling it into her mouth before releasing.

"Good boy," she smiled and kissed him once more, her voice a murmur, "You have ten seconds to take off your clothes and get in bed before I'm ready for you," her hand had trailed down, caressing the hem of his pants before dipping beneath to where his hard-on was pulsing with need, "and don't make me wait longer than that." She gripped him fully in her palm, squeezing.

He was a goner.

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As the door shut behind Sting, Yukino exhaled out the breath she had been unconsciously holding, the hammering of her heart ringing in her ears. Finally, she was alone. Oh god, oh god, oh god, why had that been so nerve-wracking?! She had planned this all out in advance, but hearing Sting enter his room had sent her into some sort of nervous fit. He had left that meeting so quickly! Much quicker than she had anticipated…and then, he had come in the darn bathroom, reeking of musk and sweat and just Sting, pulling her against him, ran his hands down her body, whispered in her ear…ugh! She had almost just let him ravage her there – she had really, really wanted that more than anything – but there was no way she was throwing away nearly a week of planning over a bit of a head rush.

Crap. She was supposed to be counting right now, wasn't she?

What she really needed was a drink to settle her nerves; maybe she should grab that bottle of rum she had bought earlier… the poor girl had taken two shots prior to getting dressed, another before taking those photos, and another one prior to entering the bathroom to run the shower.

After rummaging around the bathroom for several seconds, Yukino finally found the bottle, and took a large gulp from its lip. The alcohol seared down her throat, resting deliciously in the pit of her stomach before spreading out across her limbs. Shivering slightly against the sensation, Yukino capped the bottle and placed it back underneath the sink with the other assorted shopping bags she had brought.

Now where were those handcuffs…

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Half of him actually wanted to take his time just to see what she defined as punishment, but the other half – the more dominant half, with a much louder voice of reason – reminded him that the sooner he got himself stripped and on the bed, the sooner Yukino could have her fun and he could turn the tables back in his favor.

So, with that in mind, Sting quickly removed each article of clothing, even his boxer briefs, and kicked them into the bedroom's corner – they could worry about cleaning up later. The air was still thick from the shower's steam, even though he knew Yukino had turned it off as soon as he left. What a shame he had interrupted part of the surprise, but she should have known better – it wasn't like she could just send those photos and think that he wasn't going to race back to try and find her.

"Why aren't you on the bed?"

Fuck, he hadn't even heard the door open –

"I am naked at least," he turned to face her, making sure that she was able to watch every single muscle flex against the soft glow of the bedroom's single lamp. He was still hard, almost painfully so, but that would only work in his favor – especially as he reached down to stroke himself several times. Surprisingly though, her eyes never left his, not even to look down between his legs at his most valued appendage.

"I told you," her voice was thick with authority, "to get in bed," Sting heard heels clacking against the floorboards in tune with her predatory gait as she approached him, something silver dangling from her fingertips.

Handcuffs?

As if handcuffs could hold him back…

"Yukin – "

"I don't remember giving you permission to address me so casually." The celestial mage was in front of him now, her supple skin still wet and dewy from the shower steam, causing the mesh of her white lingerie to cling against the swell of her chest, leaving absolutely nothing to the imagination. The heels definitely gave her leverage as well, and Sting could see that the crown of her head reached the edge of his chin as opposed to the expanse of his chest.

"You're right," he smirked, "what shall my punishment be?"

"Get on the bed. Now." She stomped her foot, punctuating the end of her sentence. Sting turned, climbing into bed as he was instructed. "Lay down." Following her orders, he laid down on his back, hands behind his head.

"Give me your hands." He obliged, allowing the girl to shackle them together around the bed's headboard.

Sting almost wanted to laugh out loud at how precious she was being – these were definitely some low-grade handcuffs, nothing special – things were going to get interesting when he was ready to shatter them and flip her underneath him to relinquish her control.

Yukino stood there by the bedside, biting her lip as she eyed the defined muscles of his chest and torso, the dip of his hipbones…it was as if for a moment she was seriously considering throwing the entire act off.

"Like what you see?" He couldn't help it – she was taking so long, maybe if he egged her on, this little dominatrix act would soon be over, and they could get back to –

"I've heard you haven't been a very good boy, Master Eucliffe…" her voice was thick, wet, dripping with need, "I don't like it when my guild master doesn't behave himself." Her finger was tracing the vee-shaped cut where torso met thigh. It traveled up further along his body, nails now lightly scraping skin, a wave of gooseflesh rolling in their wake.

"What do you have to say for yourself?"

"I've been distracted," he shifted his body, her touch beginning to tickle a bit.

"Distracted?"

"I can't stop thinking about you." His eyes flickered to Yukino's, "can't stop thinking about burying my tongue deep into y – "

"I've been thinking about you, too." She interrupted him, bringing her hand back towards her body to dip beneath her panties, "I've been thinking about you a lot."

"What have you been thinking about?" Sting followed the path of her hand, watched the fabric bunch, watched her fingers curl underneath to enter her heat. He licked his lips.

"Everything," she breathed out, gasping as her fingers sped up, a quiet, throaty moan leaving her lips, "your big, throbbing cock especially – how it feels so good when you fuck me from behind, bunching my hair in your fist, slapping my ass, pinching my cli-hah!" Her hips bucked against her fingers.

"Then let me do those things to you," he knew it – she was just as desperate as he was, "come here and let me fuck you, baby."

Yukino stalled her movements, removing herself from between her legs. Did she cum already? No way – that had been way too quiet. Her fingers were glistening, coated thickly in her need, and as she turned to walk towards him Sting already knew what she wanted him to do.

"Open."

He sucked on her fingers, scraping his teeth and tongue against them like a starved man, and soon they were replaced with Yukino's lips, their tongues meeting so she could taste herself.

"I'm going to sit on your face," her mouth parted from his, "I want you to clean up the mess you caused me to make."

Before he could reply, she had removed her panties and straddled him between her thighs. Sting had no problem with the request, but damn, he wished he could just touch her, pull her in closer. Burrowing his face deeper into her folds, the dragon slayer inhaled deeply, tongue swirling around her slit, pulling and sucking at her plump outer lips before flicking the hooded bud that sat before her entrance. His strokes grew slower, more torturous as he paid special attention to her clit, and he could feel Yukino breaking as she ground her hips even harder into his mouth. Fuck these goddamn handcuffs –

Just as he moved his tongue to fuck her properly with it, suddenly she was gone, her body moving down against his so that he was positioned perfectly at her entrance. Ha, he knew it was only a matter of time before she broke. For as much as a vixen Yukino was, there had been too much time spaced between their last rendezvous, and she was just as willing and ready as he was.

Yukino kissed him again, softly, as a reward for a job well done, her soaked folds lightly brushing against his dribbling member. Just…a little…closer…

The damn minx moved! She felt him trying to thrust into her, and she moved her hips away! What kind of bullshit…

"Did I give you permission to enter me?" her mouth was whispering, breath hot against the shell of his ear, "I certainly don't remember…"

"Yukino…"

"I didn't give you permission to call me by my name either." Now she was straddling his torso, lips moving down from his ear to nip, suck, lick at his jaw, neck, collarbone, teeth tugging at his hardened nipple while her hand worked at twisting and tugging the other.

"I'm serious, I need you – "

His voice broke as she moved back down to slip against his shaft, rimming the engorged head of his dick with her slicken heat. She repeated this action several more times, Sting attempting in vain to follow her with his hips with the tragic hope that she would just let him fuck her.

"How bad do you need me?" There was that honeyed lilt in her voice again, lips moving back up his body once more, murmuring against his throat, "Tell me how bad you want to fuck my tight little pussy, Master Eucliffe."

"You know how bad," Sting hissed out, angrily pulling at the handcuffs – why weren't they budging?! What the fuck was going on?! It felt like there was a heavy weight pressing down onto his wrists, not to mention, Yukino was so heavy against his body and chest, he could barely find the strength to push her off of him!

"Yukino, take these fucking handcuffs off of me now."

"Oh my," the celestial mage pulled back, a pout marring her face, "don't tell me you've only just realized…"

"Realized what?!"

Yukino thrust her hips against his member once more, eliciting another fuming hiss from her lover.

"Well, that I've been using Libra's gravity to hold your wrists down," now she was riding against his dick, still refusing him entrance,

"Yukino," now he was just plain pissed off.

Sighing, Yukino murmured something under her breath, and the weight was lifted.

"You can be such a – "

It all happened so quickly, the celestial mage was shocked she didn't see it coming sooner. In a matter of seconds the handcuffs were gone, Sting had thrown her face down onto the bed, and was drilling into her from behind at a rapid pace. No fingers, no easing his way in, he entered her so fast Yukino barely had time to process it between gasps of pleasure. Sure, she had been annoyed that her game had not gone exactly according to plan, but goddamn did it feel good to have him fill her up again.

Deeper and deeper he rammed into her, the headboard banging so hard at the wall, Yukino swore there was going to be hell (and new drywall) to pay. But that didn't matter – all that mattered was that she could finally cry out Sting's name, clamp down against him as he railed her, arms moving to hook up her legs to fasten around his waist.

"Fuck, Yukino," he cracked his hand back to slap her ass, each word pronounced with a hard, thick thurst, "fuck, you feel so fucking good."

In turn, Yukino turned her head back so that the padded pillows engulfed her screams, praying to god that her futile attempt was working.

As Sting slowed his rhythm though, he could hear her calling out to him amongst the bedding, pleading and begging for him to flip her over so that she could watch him as he reached his climax. Never one to shy away from appeasing his lover, Sting obeyed, maneuvering it so that she rested beneath him and he caged her between his arms. He hooked her legs over his shoulders while his teeth found solace in the juncture between her neck and shoulder, marking his territory in any dirty, angry way he could.

'Mine.' He bit, smoothing over the marks with his tongue, 'mine,' he repeated again and again, both in his head and against her skin.

Yukino was going to cum again, finally, and soon – Sting could feel it, could time each pulse of her walls in tune with how hard his cock slammed into her. He sat back, kneeling, and curled an arm around to rub his thumb hard and rough against her clit.

That was what broke her dam, and as she cried out his name between choked sobs, Sting captured her lips with his, swallowing her release as well as muffling his own as he came into her, spilling himself fully, admiring at how she milked him drop for drop.

He collapsed against her then, completely spent. Neither said a word for several minutes, until Sting peppered several kisses against her sweat soaked skin. The dragon slayer parted from his lover, reaching underneath her body to pull out the beds comforter, tucking them both into it.

"Sting, I need to clean myself up."

"Later," he breathed against her hair, pulling her body flush against his own, "we'll take care of that later."

And what if she didn't? What if they forgot? What if in several months, several years from then, there was suddenly a carbon copy of their genes, running amok, destroying guild property, summoning gates with heavy, thick silver keys…

The thought was almost something Sting could see as tangible.

"What time do you have to be awake for?" Yukino's voice sliced through his thoughts, and it finally hit Sting where he was, and what he was there for.

Tomorrow's meeting was going to fucking suck.

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Notes:

WEAK ASS ENDING, but hey, at least I delivered. :) Thank-you all again for your wonderful reviews and sweet messages, they are so inspiring! I hope I didn't let you down with this mess of a chapter. Next – Rokino. I may throw in the second chapter for the threesome, too. Some have requested Stingue as well, how do you feel about me including that pairing too?

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