Author's Note: HERE YOU PERVERTS. I got more reviews on this one-shot (or, what was supposed to be a one-shot) than I've gotten on any of my other works. I can't tell if it's just the LaLu fans coming out of the wood works or if you all are just raging pervs.

Either way xD

Here's the anticipated chapter two. And with this chapter, the fic is closed.

Hopefully.

Call him a fool, call him an idiot, or call him a creep. None of it mattered right now.

All that mattered to Laxus, in this very moment, was the bombshell blonde woman running her hands up and over his chest.

She was everything to him and more, everything he ever wanted and everything he never knew he wanted. Maybe he was looking at the world through rose-tinted goggles or maybe he was already too far in this game of sorts to see a way out, but he didn't care. With her by his side, he knew he would be able to take on the entire world and not think twice about it. He would be able to defeat the Four Guardians of Ishgar, the entirety of Sabertooth.. He could take the entire world on.

"Earthland to Laxus? Hello?" Lucy asked, snapping her fingers in front of his face.

He shook his head and pulled himself from his thoughts, blinked, and furrowed his brows. "Did you say something?"

Lucy rolled her eyes and smirked up at him. "I asked if you were going to open this door any time soon."

Oh yeah, they were still just outside his house. Whoops. He reached behind her and twisted the knob without issue. The door opened widely like they were making a grand entrance into the otherwise empty abode and he swept his hand out like he were a realtor showing her a new home to buy. Well, hopefully she'd consider it. Then again, he kind of pulled her to the side without telling her his feelings so it wasn't like they were going to date or anything...

And that thought kind of depressed the hell out of him- boner or not.

"Seriously," she said as she literally pulled him down to her eye level by his shoulders. "Are you okay? Do you not want to do this?"

"No!" he shouted, shaking his head. His eyes then went wide and he shook his head harder. "Wait, I mean yes! Wait. Hold on. Yes, I'm okay and yes I do want to do this. I should have said yes."

Lucy's laugh at his now obvious nervousness of the whole situation made his heart stutter and flutter like some teenager who just fell in love. Well, the latter part wasn't too far off base... But he was definitely no teenager. Hell Laxus was like, at least four years her senior. Oh god, now he felt like an idiot. Did she want to be here with someone that much older than her?

"Laxus, if you don't want to-"

"I do," he interrupted, leaning closer to her to graze his lips over hers as he whispered.

Lucy blinked and she smiled a bit, leaning back to get just out of his reach. "We're going to talk first. You're spacing out too much and we have to think of what will happen after this," she said.

Laxus huffed and rolled his eyes, definitely not ready to say anything about why he was spacing out. However, the determined look in those brown eyes that seemed to look right into his soul was more than enough to make him cave. "Fine, fine. Wine? Water?" he asked, stepping in and shutting the door behind him before walking to the kitchen.

Lucy thought this over and shrugged. "Wine if it's red, if not water will be fine."

"Red wine?" he asked, looking back at her incredulously. "Didn't think you were picky about that kinda stuff."

"Just a little," she admitted, walking the same path he did to his rather spacious kitchen. "White wine is easy to taste bad and not everyone has pink wine. Red wine is usually a guaranteed good taste."

Again, shock was written all over his face before a smirk welled up in its place. "I like your tastes, Blondie. Humor me further- coffee or tea?"

She watched as he pulled down two wine glasses and pulled an aged bottle off the top shelf with ease. "I like coffee the same color as my soul," she said, smirking as he looked back curiously. "Pitch black."

A bark of a laugh left his mouth before he could hold it back. He pulled a second and third bottle down and pulled out a bucket soon after.

While he was filling it with ice, she continued. "Tea's a hit an miss with me. Green tea with honey, black tea with like... three pounds of sugar, oolong tea is good as is and I typically stay far away from white tea."

Once the bucket was filled with ice- and two of the bottles of wine were placed in it- he meandered over to the kitchen table and motioned for her to sit. She took her seat with a smile and reached for the only bottle not in the bucket. "Why are you so particularly against white tea?" he asked, raising a brow at him. It wasn't like he had an issue with it at all, though. White tea, to him, tasted like poorly flavored water.

She shrugged while filling their glasses. "I drank too much of it as a child and it made me throw up. After that experience, white tea just doesn't set well in my stomach. I typically stay away from all machta tea now, too."

"Fair enough," he reasoned. "Still weird, though."

This time, she was the one who barked a laugh. "Well, you were the one to ask."

He shrugged. "Good for future reference."

At this statement, the blonde woman raised a brow. "Future reference?"

A very faint dusting of blush made its way to his cheeks and he tried to seem indifferent when he attempted to shrug it off. "I wouldn't mind making this an arrangement."

Her brown eyes widened just a little and her mind was going ninety-to-nothing. The most attractive man in the guild wouldn't mind an arrangement with her. It seemed too good to be true, and her eyes narrowed at that. "What's the catch? Do you suck in the sack or something?"

Laxus had been taking a swig of his own glass of wine when she said that and, just like moments earlier, the alcohol came out of his nose at her statement.

The giggle at the action made the burn worth it, though.

He stood and rushed over to get a few paper towels to wipe his face and the table where he had made a mess with the red staining liquid. As he was wiping the top of the table down, he eyed her cautiously. "What the hell do you mean what's the catch?"

She shrugged. "I don't believe the- arguably- hottest guy in Fiore wants an arrangement with me. Sounds a little suspicious."

He watched her owlishly, his eyes wider than they were seconds ago but not too wide. The hottest guy in Fiore? She actually found him attractive and that made his pride and heart swell. While it was petty and physical, it meant that she noticed him... So fuck it if it was petty. He'd take it. But, he had to think of a quip back- and fast.

"Why not? Hottest guy with the hottest girl sounds like a power pair, to me," he said without thinking.

Shit.

Lucy's face fell blank and she blinked up at him. "Hottest girl? Are you blind? Have you met half of our guild?"

He snorted and plopped back down in his seat. "I have. You still take the cake."

"Mira-"

"Mira only has the following she does because she's been modeling for years. I'd bet three million jewel that if you modeled for one year, you'd have three times the following she has," he argued back, narrowing his eyes at her.

He wasn't budging on that. She understood that now. With a roll of her eyes as she too a drink, she dropped it. For now. "What's this arrangement you're talking about?"

To which Laxus shrugged. "I was gonna say mutually exclusive at the very least."

You don't have to worry about that, Lucy thought. She wasn't about to voice that, though. Who in their right mind would turn down Laxus fucking Dreyar?

"And at the most?" she asked, wondering just how far he'd be willing to take it.

He leaned forward and took a deep breath to steady himself. Needing a boost, he downed the last of the wine in his glass and refilled it before locking eyes with the woman at his table. "At the most... You become my girl."

Lucy felt all the air leave her lungs at the statement. Her eyes were wide, her jaw probably unhinged with how wide she was gaping at him, and she had to put her glass back down before she dropped it. "W-Wait... Wh-What?"

"I'm serious here," he said, rolling his eyes.

She could see him throwing up walls to defend himself. It was all in his eyes. And that confused the ever loving fuck out of her.

"Why me?" she asked, her voice no louder than a whisper.

His brows furrowed and he looked back to her. "Why not you? Well, fuck that, let me ask this. Who the fuck tore you down to make you question yourself like this?"

The question threw Lucy for a loop. She was confident, she knew she was sexy (well, at least to Laxus, if his messages said anything), and it wasn't like she had a big issue with her self-image. Well, at least, she didn't think she did. But the more she thought about it, the more it made sense. Erza and Gray always hounded her about being more confident in herself and she eventually just started acting it.. But did she really believe it?

That was the real question. The question she wasn't sure she had an appropriate answer to.

She shrugged. "I was always groomed to be this doll to sell off to the highest bidder, so when I started doing things like dressing on my own, I guess I just doubted it? I think that's where it might stem from.." she muttered, mostly to herself.

He raised his brows at this admission. "You weren't allowed to dress yourself? That's fucked."

"Yeah. If I didn't look like a proper debutante, I couldn't leave my room."

"Fuck that."

"My thoughts exactly," she responded. But, soon, she shook her head and looked up at him. "I'm serious, though, Laxus. You could- quite literally- choose any woman to have by your side and they'd probably drop everything for you. So why me?"

He shrugged at her. Just as he went to take a breath, she interrupted him.

"Don't give me this you're hot bullshit either. You don't date. So why now- and be honest."

He shouldn't have been surprised by this. He shouldn't have. But he was. He's seen her do this to other people before- namely Gray, Levy, Gajeel and Erza. Never in his life did he think this would be done against him. He knew she'd see through his lies because this wouldn't be the first time he opened up and bared his heart for her. The first time was when he apologized to her for what he did. She knew what he looked like when desperate and telling the truth.

God damn his luck.

A sigh left his mouth and he stared at the red liquid in his glass. "I really don't want to ruin tonight."

"Sex or not, I'm staying no matter what you say," she stated stubbornly, crossing her arms under her bust. "It's late, I've been drinking a little bit all day and I'm at least five miles from my house."

"So you want me to ruin our night and our friendship for this answer?" he vocalized defensively.

Lucy sighed. "Unless you've murdered the last woman you were with without anyone knowing, I highly doubt it will ruin anything."

He smirked at her quip but still didn't look up at her. "I'll... I'm serious. It will ruin what friendship we have."

"Try me."

He took a deep, steadying breath and nodded. His eyes stayed locked on the red wine- refusing to look at her while he spoke. "I've had my eyes on you for a while now. A long while. I've liked you for Mavis knows how fucking long and you deserve more than one stupid night." He said. As much as he wanted to stop there, though, once the dam had been broken there was no stopping the sudden onslaught of words from pouring from his mouth. "First it was for the physical- I mean, shit, you know how damn sexy I think your body is.. But then I saw you and Freed talking about shit and... And after I was reinstated, I've been paying more attention to the members of the guild..."

She still hadn't interrupted him.

"You were always... Always... Gorgeous. You helped everyone out, forgave without second thought.. You wore your heart on your sleeve for everyone to see and that was something I wish I could do. I'm dumb, okay, socially inept and awkward and it's not a pretty sight so I fucking hide. I hide like a damned coward but you... You were like a breath of fresh air. You did everything I wished I could and I admire you so damn much that I sound like a fucking moron right now. You've got a brain that's out of this world, you're a tough ass motherfucker who's been through more shit than I can count, you're so kind and gentle and caring..."

She still hadn't even fucking moved. It was nerve wracking and he was only making it worse by the second. But he couldn't fucking stop.

"You're perfect, okay, I haven't seen or found a damn thing I don't like about you and I'm a coward who can't even word this shit right. I don't deserve you- shit, I deserve the exact opposite of you- but I'm selfish. I want you- but I don't just want you physically. I want your body, I want your mind, I want your heart... I want all of you. I want to protect you and to show you I can be anything you want me to be- anything you need me to be. I just..." he trailed off, taking a breath. "I want a chance. And now you think-"

"Laxus-"

"-I'm probably the sappiest and stupidest mother fucker-"

"Laxus, listen-"

"-and I still can't do shit right and you're literally about to walk out I just know it-"

"Laxus! I-"

"-and I told you that it would ruin what friendship we have-"

"Jesus Christmas," she said with a roll of her eyes.

"-so if you want to leave you can- mmPH!"

Finally, after several attempts, Laxus was shut up by Lucy's hand covering his mouth. She added just enough pressure to his cheeks to lift his face to look at her and he found amusement dancing behind her brown eyes. Apparently he had been harboring this information for a while now to himself, otherwise he would have said three words that she knew the meaning of because of Freed, Lisanna, and Natsu. With a roll of her brown eyes, she removed her hand from his mouth.

"You honestly feel that way?" she asked.

He nodded dumbly.

"Why didn't you tell me sooner that I was your mate?"

His brain short circuited at those words. Why didn't he see that sooner?! He blinked twice and opened his mouth to speak, only to shut it soon after. He did that at least four more times. Congratulations, moron, you've used up your daily word limit. "I.. We... Wa.. What?"

Lucy let out a side busting laugh at his dumbstruck reaction, only making him feel even smaller than he had felt when he was babbling on and on like commercial that lasted twenty minutes too long. He had laid it all out and laid his heart on the line for her and she was laughing. He should have been pissed off, but instead he felt a wave of shame. Embarrassment. He needed to leave.

"Laxus," she started, grabbing his hand before he could make a move to leave. "Look at me."

When did he look away?

His storm blue eyes slowly raked over his kitchen as he turned back to lock eyes with the blonde that had captured his heart. She was smiling. Amusement and joy was in that smile, yet he still wanted to run. This wasn't him. He wasn't one to open up to someone like this. He wasn't someone who babbled on, he wasn't someone who fell in love, and he definitely wasn't someone who took orders from anyone. Yet here he was, doing all of those things.

"Freed told me that mates are chosen when the dragon- or dragon slayer- have exceptionally strong feelings for someone. Why didn't you try and talk to me sooner?"

He shrugged. "I.. You.."

Fucking word limit.

She shook her head, her smile never once wavering. "Okay, listen. I'm not going to run and since you were honest with me- I'll be completely and utterly honest with you," she offered and the grateful look in his eyes was enough for her. "You're fucking hot. You're sexy and the first thing I noticed about you was that stupid, cocky, eat-shit grin of yours. I know things about you because I've watched you, too. I may not love you like you love me-"

His eyes were as wide as saucers at that point. He never said those words but she still knew. God damn everything!

"-but I do like you. A lot. So," she said, smirking widely at him, "how about you show me how much of a beast you are tonight and you can work on making me love you with a date or two later?"

"This is why you're perfect," he muttered, somehow breaking his body out of whatever trance he was in so that he could speak past his daily word limit.

She laughed lightly and rolled her eyes. "So, lets finish off this wine and get back to what we were going to do."

"Sounds perfect, Blondie," he answered with a nod.

Just like she had offered and explained to him, the two blondes sat and talked about a little bit of everything without getting too deep into things that would sour the relaxed mood set. They talked about her magic, his magic, how she felt about her family (that family being the guild), his strange 'obsession' with big cats... She suggested that they visit the zoo in Crocus so that she could see just how excited he got about seeing the panthers, tigers, and lions. He tried denying her but those brown eyes of hers sucked him in

He said that their second date would have to be an aquarium, then, considering that he just found out about her love for the sea and sea life. She admitted that it probably stemmed from Aquarius being her first friend and spirit and, like him, tried to deny going. She argued that he wouldn't have fun. He argued that it would give him the opportunity to see that sparkle in her eyes, the excitement on her face, and give him a new reason to love her that much more.

She stuttered after he said that and accepted the offer.

"So tell me," she started, leaning forward with a grin. "Got any kinks I should be aware of?"

He choked on his wine- it being the last of the three bottles he had brought out for them. "How the hell can you go from talking about fucking cakes to talking about kinks- wait, do you have-"

"No!" she shouted, shaking her head profusely. "I think Erza's the only one with a kink like that..."

He laughed loudly at that but soon calmed down. "It's all par for the course with me. So long as you don't mind me getting rough, we're good."

The smirk that fell over her lips was far more sinful than he expected. "And all that about eating me out?"

Her tone was low, husky, yet still teasing. He growled and leaned forward, a smirk falling over his lips as well. "I might have a love for being trapped between a pair of strong thighs. What about you, princess?"

A small blush fell over the apples of her cheeks and his smirk got wider. When it did, he saw her bite her lower lip and his eyes were immediately drawn to that simple action.

"If you don't stop that, I'll bite it myself," he warned, his eyes lazily looking back into hers.

A new scent- powerful and strong- slapped him in the fucking face. Oh.

Oh.

"Dirty talk is a big one," she admitted, licking her lips soon after.

He snorted a laugh, leaning even closer to her. "I figured that out, Blondie."

He saw her eyes drop to his lips before going back up to his eyes. "How about we talk later and you can figure them out as you go?~"

A nod was barely out before she leaped onto the table and caught his bottom lip between her teeth. He groaned low in his throat and grabbed her by her shoulders to tug her into his lap. Her hands found the back of his neck, her nails scratching the area lightly. As soon as his lip was returned to him, he lowered his hands to her hips and pressed his lips to hers, almost immediately demanding entrance to her mouth.

She complied easily, her lips parting for their tongues to dance together in a make out session that- admittedly- was the hottest that either of them had ever had. It took more than a stupid little kiss for Laxus to get hard but the things she could do with that tongue had him aching and straining against her inner thigh. She moaned into his mouth, their tongues sensually snaking over and around one another, and she adjusted herself so that her core was right over his erection.

Jesus fuck he was seeing stars when she grinded against him.

She licked over his teeth, he sucked her tongue back into his mouth fully, and she instantly dominated him. He wasn't sure how she was able to twist and turn her tongue in the ways that she did, but damn he didn't care. It had been well over seven or eight years since he got this aroused by a kiss alone- but fuck it. She got him in ways he never understood. And he wasn't going to complain, at all, about it. A whimper left her mouth when he slid his tongue under hers and coaxed it back to him. But she pulled back long enough to look at him through her lashes- her eyes hooded and lust far too strong in those brown eyes.

"You better give me the best damn lay of my life if you kiss like that," she panted out.

He growled and stood up, lifting her by her ass. Her legs wrapped around his midriff of their own accord and he was ecstatic about that. "Fuck what you've had. I'll give you everything you deserve and more," he breathed out as a response. The second he was done saying that, his lips reclaimed hers and she forced her way back into his mouth.

Fuck.

It was hard to walk with a raging hard-on, a busty blonde bombshell clinging to his front, and his mind being blown by her kisses alone. He stumbled once or twice though his house and up his stairs while making a mad attempt at getting to his bedroom. If she didn't stop what she was doing with her mouth, he was probably going to lose it before he ever got to his bed. And, as though she had heard his thoughts, she pulled away from him again. Their lips were bruised, plump, and swollen from their heated kisses.

Her eyes locked with his and he gulped audibly. She was going to drive him insane.

"Tell me, Laxus," she whispered out, dragging her tongue along his jawline before nipping at his ear lobe. He shuddered. "How bad do you want me? How much do you want me to moan for you? To scream your name? How badly do you want to fill me up with that thick cock of yours and make me all yours?"

Holy shit.

She nipped his ear again and he couldn't hold back the guttural, low moan that passed through his lips. His erection throbbed in his swim trunks and his hands gripped at her ass tighter. "I'll make you forget how to talk, Blondie. That bad mouth of yours won't be able to stay closed for long," he answered, his husky tone making his voice drop in pitch.

She shivered against him and a small whine left her throat before her teeth caught the flesh under his ear next to his jaw... He would forever deny the keening growl that left his mouth at that. He didn't even realize that he had finally made it to his room or that he was standing still. No, he was too preoccupied with the woman that was unraveling him with the greatest of ease.

Laxus wanted her to gape at his room- at the king sized bed on the far right in the center of that wall. He wanted her to see that his far wall was nothing but windows that held the most amazing view of the lake out there. He wanted her to get excited over the prospect of being in here more often, but when she pulled away from him, he couldn't find it in him to make her look at the room they were in.

The moonlight filtering in from his window-wall bounced off of her brown eyes and made her eyes look like they held the secrets to the starred skies. The deep blue hues of the night illuminated her porcelain skin in a way that made his breath catch in his throat. The dark, lustful look she gave him through her lashes and the strands of hair that fell in front of her face was enough to make him fall in love and lust at the same time. He was drowning in her. And nothing had happened yet.

He barely caught what she said before she pulled herself from his hold.

"I may have a bad mouth," she started, unwinding her legs to drop to her knees in front of him, "but I can do great things with it."

His trunks were around his knees faster than he could collect himself to realize what was going on. Her dainty, delicate hands were around his shaft in another second and even if he wanted to throw his head back and moan, he couldn't. His eyes weren't leaving the blonde woman on her knees before him. Her tongue snaked out of her mouth and licked her lips as she looked at his shaft and Jesus she could easily bring him to his knees with that look alone. Her left hand went to the base of his cock and she added just a little pressure to her thumb and forced his length to lift up while she licked the underside along the vein there.

A low groan left his mouth at the combined sight and feel. She rested his length against her chin and let her tongue go back down the path she licked- though she used the underside of her tongue to do that and Laxus's knees felt weak. He growled when he remembered that he was not her first, but he would make damn sure that he was her last. No matter how long it takes, he would make her fall for him like she made him fall for her. He wasn't giving her up without a fight. When her tongue licked back to his head and snaked just under the flared head to the flesh there, he lost his train of thought.

"Lucy, shit," he growled out huskily.

When she took him into her mouth, he suspected to feel the flat top of her tongue- but that was far from the truth. Her tongue was pressed to the roof of her mouth and the head of his dick was wrapped in the fleshy, silken tissue under her tongue. He moaned loudly, wondering how the ever loving fuck she was able to make him this weak without actually pulling him into her mouth, but as soon as that thought was in his mind, it was gone. Her tongue went around the tip of his cock and she sucked him deeper into her mouth. She didn't slide him in, she didn't pull him in- she fucking sucked him further into her mouth.

He tried- oh damn did he try- to keep his eyes open. But when her tongue started flexing and moving in some inhuman yet amazing way, his eyes slid shut while he tried to calm the fuck down. He vaguely heard what might have been a giggle around his dick, but when the vibrations hit his length he damn near lost his control. His hand went down to her hair, sliding through her blonde tresses and tangling them around his thick fingers.

"That's right," he grumbled lowly cracking an eye open as she fucking deep throated his entire length and started bobbing back and forth. "You better suck my cock like you're dying and my cum is the cure."

Her eyes went up to him, wide and shocked by his words, but her mouth started moving with renewed vigor. Occasionally, when he was buried in her mouth to the hilt, he'd feel her throat swallow around him and it was a wonder she didn't gag on him. The way her throat muscles tightened around his aching and throbbing cock made everything worth it, the way there was just a little bit of saliva coating her lips to make it easier to slide him in was gorgeous, and hot damn her tongue was still fucking moving.

He knew she could taste the precum. He saw it in her face as she started fucking her own mouth on him.

He groaned louder, his hips starting to move slightly with her mouth. From there, one of her hands grabbed his hip and the other grabbed his hand that was buried in her hair and she slammed her mouth down on him- her eyes never moving from his face. He moaned a lot louder than he thought he would ever moan and she kept it up, only going harder and harder with little to no resistance or hesitance. His balls were tight, his teeth baring down on his lower lip and his hands were shaking. But she didn't stop.

He was too close, but those eyes... She wasn't going to be satisfied until he was spent.

Her rhythm was fast, not harsh but deep, and intense. He would never mouth fuck a woman because he respected them too much- even if all of his past conquests were one nighters... He still respected women too much to do this. But she was the one throat fucking herself on him. And holy shit it was hot. She moaned around his length and that was it. He pulled her all the way down on him and held her head there while he released himself down her throat.

She didn't cough. She didn't force his hips away. Instead, she waited until he was done and she slowly slid her mouth off of him. Her eyes twinkled in mischievous amusement.

"Bad mouths can do good things, huh?" she asked, raising her brows.

"Mother fuck," he said under his breath, his eyes narrowing on her. "Eleven minutes? I've never come that fast- ever."

She smirked. Fucking smirked at him. "Well, I'm just that good.~"

He growled and bent over to pick her up- which he did with ease. He stepped out of his trunks as he carried her off to his bed, where he unceremoniously dumped her. He took a moment to drink in the sight of her like this- sprawled out on his bed, her back sightly arched and her eyes heavily lidded. The blue light of the moon filtering in from the window-wall had his gut churning, her skin looking absolutely celestial and immaculate with the colored hazy light gracing her pale flesh. Her hair was fanned out wildly behind her, looking like pure gold against the black sheets she was laying on. He could smell her arousal. Even though the window he could faintly hear the water of the lake being pushed against the shores- and, as though she were one with nature, her breathing seemed to fall in time with the flow of the tide.

"Laxus," his name left her mouth on a breathless whisper, "fuck me. Please."

He growled and slowly climbed onto the mattress, crawling closer and closer to her. Her eyes were watching him- hell, he felt her lustful gaze as he crawled closer- creeping at a snail's pace. When he was hovering over her calves, he looked up and met her gaze only to see that she was panting slightly. His lips barely touched her skin, but he made sure to drag his lips across the smooth skin of her legs. His bottom lip dragged lightly up her left leg, over her left thigh that was pressed against her right one, and over her swimsuit bottoms. He lingered over her hips for a brief moment, placing an open-mouthed kiss to her hip bone that made her gasp. His tongue lashed at the skin there just once and just as slowly as his past movements were.

He continued dragging his bottom lip across her stomach so, so slowly. When he made his way to her chest, she was still panting and he could feel the slight movements of her thighs rubbing together through the bed. He was careful to avoid both of her breasts and slowly, sensually, he lightly dragged his nose through the valley between her breasts and he placed another slow, open-mouthed kiss to the dip between her collar bones. A small, nearly inaudible moan left from between her parted, plump lips and he nearly just attacked her then and there.

How Laxus found control through this lust-haze that had settled in the room, he didn't know. But, even still, he continued his torturous pace and dragged his bottom lip up the hollow of her throat. She whined and he felt her gulp against his lips when he placed yet another open-mouthed kiss to where her Adam's apple would be if she had one. Again, he let his lips trace the skin of her throat and across her jaw.

When his lips were hovering over hers, their eyes locked in some sort of unspoken, lustful haze, he whispered back to her, "I'm not going to fuck you."

His lips dragged across hers, his elbows resting on the mattress on either side of her head. Her back arched slightly, barely making the tops of her swimsuit-covered breasts touch his chest. He was taking his time. Making this as sensual as she looked illuminated by the night. Her small fingers were clutched in the black silk of his sheets- his comforter still folded up next to his pillows. She looked absolutely angelic, stunning, and sensual beneath him like this.

"I'm going to devour you until you scream my name," he breathed out before finally capturing her lips with his.

Their kiss was deep, needy, and extremely intense- but by no means was he letting her make it too fast. He was still taking his time with her. He was going to force her into pleasurable heights she had never reached before, and to do that he needed her to slow down. But she seemed far too impatient for that.

Heh. If only she understood that he was not going to let her make this night end too soon. He would drag it out to six in the morning if he had to.

He wasn't against that.

"Laxus, please," she said as she pulled back. His mouth covered hers again, his tongue invading her mouth and coaxing hers to dance with a slow kind of tango to it. He ground his slowly hardening cock against her clothed core, causing her to moan deeply into their kiss. Her hands abandoned their positions in the sheets in favor of pulling at his hair. Her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and forcing him to grind against her again. He moaned with her in their lip lock this time.

He pulled his mouth away to trail kisses over to just behind her ear. He licked down the column of her neck before capturing the flesh between his teeth and sucking hard at the area. Her back bowed just a little and his name left her lips, riding on a whispered breath. It was a sound he would absolutely never tire of- though it did make him excited to hear how she would sound at a louder decibel.

A thought was in his mind and it made him tense just a little. He kissed back up her neck to her ear, where he whispered huskily, "mark this time or in the future?"

Lucy seemed taken back by the question. Did she want to be bound to him for life? Mavis, who the hell asked a question like that when they were about to fuck? Laxus does. Of course he does. He's the only man with enough gall to do something like that- which is pretty much the equivalent of asking hey, you want me to propose now with you on my dick or later- also while you're on my dick. Freed was marked his first night with Gajeel but Lisanna wasn't marked until last month. So he could wait it out if she wanted...

"God damn it, why would you ask that now?" she muttered under her breath.

He chuckled, it coming out breathy against her ear. She shuddered at the feeling.

However, she knew that a slayer would never upset their mate. If it took moving the moon to make their mate happy, they would pull an Erza and make the impossible possible. Plus, currently, her mind was too fogged with lust to think properly. So her response was one she might end up regretting later- but whatever. She'd deal with it then.

"If you mark me now, I don't think I'll care. If you mark me later, I don't think I'll care. Just.. Whatever you can handle."

He pulled away just enough to look at her with raised brows. "Whatever I can handle? This is you we're talking about here."

"Yeah, and I'd much rather be doing something else entirely," she quipped, narrowing her brown eyes at him.

He chuckled again, shaking his head. "Spunky spitfire mate. Of course. Only me," he commented, watching the woman as she squirmed with unresolved lust that was agitating her greatly. He rolled his blue eyes. "I'll try to hold it off, then. And ask again when you're not all hot and bothered. But no promises."

"Deal," she said quickly, nodding her head enthusiastically. "But if you don't hurry the fuck up I will walk my ass right out of this hous- aaAH!"

Lucy's words were cut off when Laxus bit down on her nipple through her bathing suit top. He noted, in the back of his mind, that she had yet to use this suit at all to get into any sort of water. He smirked against the fabric and pulled away, using his chin to catch the edge of the top and drag it away from her breast. His tongue lashed out, licking over the side of her tit all the way to her pert nipple that was just begging him to bite at.

And he did.

He bit her nipple again and she whimpered in pleasure, though her brows were furrowed in slight anger at something. He watched her face as it twisted in anger when she looked down at him.

"Take the fucking thing off already!" she growled out at him.

He smirked and brought his mouth over to the string-like strap before biting it harshly. Under his sharp canines, the bathing suit's tie snapped in half and her jaw dropped at him. He knew she was about to yell at him but he distracted her by grinding his cock against her clothed core again- timing it so he was grinding at the same time his tongue raked up her right breast. Her head fell back as though she weren't mad in the first place and he kissed down her mound until he was at the strap that tied around her back- and he bit that one in half, too.

His left hand came up to pull the bikini top away from her body- which she allowed with no further complaints at the ruined piece of cloth. Once she was bare to him- a sight that he had only seen on a lacrima comm screen without her face ever in frame, he unashamedly stared at her. His eyes were like slate blue, like burning steel glowing with the light of midnight, hungry and wild. And it only made her squirm more.

He paid more attention to her breasts for another five or so minutes, taking his sweet time to taste her flesh and find all of her sweet and sensitive spots. The underside of her tits that hardly ever saw the light of day- let alone saw touch from another person- was incredibly sensitive. It was almost like having two nipples on one breast, two extremely sensitive spots that a little nip and suck would have her keening for him.

He took his time to kiss down her torso, letting his tongue rake down her body and taste the salty-sweet flavor of her entire person. When he paused at her bottoms, he looked up at her with a wicked grin. The scent of her arousal was thick and heavy and even though her bottoms were black, he could see a pretty large damp spot between her legs. He dragged his tongue up her slit, tasting her arousal through her bathing suit and moaning at her taste.

Oh, he was about to eat the fuck out tonight.

And it was going to be glorious.

Lucy was panting out his name every time she exhaled, her right hand clutching the muscles on his shoulder while her left was lost in the black sheets she was laying on. The black sheets he was about to make a mess of. He loved to eat women out because the taste was exotic and unmistakable but Lucy's taste? He wouldn't be able to walk away from something this sweet. Absolutely not. He knew she was waxed- he could see that through her tight bottoms but more than that, he saw it yesterday night in the pictures she had sent him.

Slowly, torturing the woman beneath him, he pulled her bottoms down and flung them across the room- vaguely hearing them land somewhere on the stairs. Well, shit. Should have closed the door earlier.

"Lucy," he breathed out, his breath warm and hot against the slit of her soaked core, "look at me."

She weakly lifted herself to leaning on her elbows and her brown eyes scorched into his blue ones.

"You look away or close your eyes and I'll stop," he said with a challenging smirk playing at his lips.

The blonde woman nodded and gulped. However, she- too- was too prideful to let him have the last word like that. "Okay. But if you suck, I'm flipping your ass over and I'm riding your goddamn face."

He blinked at her words and a growl left his throat. "Guide me, baby," he said smoothly, licking up her wet pussy. "Show me what you want."

She bit her lip and nodded, her eyes never once leaving his even as he licked up her lips again. He traced the tip of his tongue up and around her clit and her eyes narrowed. He could tell she was going to have a lot of trouble keeping her eyes open. Carefully, he grabbed both of her thighs and spread them open to get a better view of what his face was going to be buried in. He looked over her pussy and smirked again, flattening his tongue as he licked up her folds again.

A loud, wanton moan left her throat at that. He looked up to see her head was leaned back and, as much as he just wanted to dive right back in and cause her legs to tremble, he gave her specifics. She had to look at him and watch him. So, he paused. He waited for her to get fed up with the lack of contact- which she did quickly- and she looked back at him with a glare.

When their eyes met again, he dove down and shoved his tongue between her folds, taking his time to lick all around and- once again- find her sweet spots. When he drew her clit into his mouth to suck on her eyes slid shut. He paused at this and she let out another keening moan, opening her eyes to watch him again. He sucked her clit harder, and smirked when she cried out when his tongue teased the little bundle. He pulled his mouth away and lowered himself further before slowly letting his tongue glide inside of her slick, moist heat.

Dear gods she tasted like a perfect slice of heaven.

He let his tongue rove around her insides before he drew back before pushing the muscle right back into her hot core. He let her grind against his face, he let her control where exactly she wanted his tongue inside of her and when she wanted it there. It was beyond sexy to find a woman that knew what she wanted and where she wanted it. Even more so when he found someone not shy about wanting to straight up suffocate him with her most intimate parts. And, considering that Lucy had shifted all of her weight to her right elbow and her left hand was pulling his face as close to her pussy as physically possible, Lucy was one of those women.

She stared at him... Or rather, maintained eye contact with him. They stared at one another while she rode his face from her position, and he could tell she was getting closer with how her movements started getting a little wilder. Her walls were fluttering here and there and she was panting harder. So, in a vain attempt to stay discreet with what he was doing, he channeled small sparks to his tongue to create a vibrating sensation against her walls.

However, her eyes widened and her brows drew up, her movements getting even wilder as she rocked against him. "Fuck yes! Laxus, shock me more!"

He smirked against her. Definitely his mate.

He channeled a slightly stronger surge of lightning to his tongue and her walls clamped down hard on his tongue. She let out a loud shout of his name and she rode out her near instant climax against his face. He lapped up every bit of the sweet honey-like nectar that threatened to drip down his chin- though he didn't let it. Or, rather, his tongue didn't let it.

When she was supposed to be basking in her climax, she pulled him up by his hair and shoved her tongue into his mouth. This genuinely startled him, though he kissed her back with vigor unrestrained and she let out a loud moan. Her legs went to wrap around his waist and when she pulled back she stared directly into his eyes.

"If you're not going to fuck me, then you better devour me soon."

Those words sent a shock wave to his raging hard on and, without warning, he fully sheathed himself inside of her. Her back arched off of the bed, her head flying back to slam against the bed. She had never been so absolutely full, stretched to completion, and he had never been with a woman who could take him all the way to his hilt. They moaned loudly in unison.

He pulled out slowly, all the way to the tip, and slammed back inside of her wet and tight heat. "Fuck yeah, baby," he breathed out against the crook of her neck. "Moan for me. Show me how much you love my cock inside of you."

Lucy gave him what he wanted when she moaned out. Her hands wrapped around him, her nails digging into his back. The pain was sharp and he knew that she was probably drawing blood but he didn't care. Even at the slow pace he had set he was fully satisfying her- and that's all that mattered.

"You love feeling my hard cock inside of you, don't you?" he asked on a breath and her pussy pulsed around him. "You love feeling me pound your tight little pussy, don't ya baby?"

Her moans got louder, her walls fluttering around him and he sped up for her. If he could make her cum at least three times tonight, he would be happy. One down. Two to go. He loved the feeling of her pussy pulling him in impossibly deeper every time he bottomed out inside of her. He loved the keening moans she let out. He loved how his name fell so perfectly from her swollen lips. Fuck.

She was a drug. One taste and he was already addicted.

"F-Fuck... Laxus! Laxus! Har-Harder... Harder!" she cried out, her back arching more.

He growled deep in his chest and complied, his hips snapping forward with bruising abandon that had her climaxing again. Her walls fluttered and her eyes rolled back, a screech of his name falling from those delicately parted lips. He didn't let her ride it out peacefully- no, that was too easy. He wanted to build on that already extreme height of pleasure. He wanted her to fall apart at the seams for him. So, even as she was coming undone beneath him, he kept on with his bruising thrusts and even went as far as to speed up.

Her nails at his back clawed at his skin harder, trying to pull him closer to her even though it was physically impossible. The headboard of his bed started slamming against the wall with the force and speed of his thrusts, though it wasn't like he cared. She was close yet again- already. Her eyes were screwed shut and every sound coming from her was a yell, shout, or a scream. He was abusing the wonderful spot within her and he couldn't control his wants. Gods damn him if he didn't give her the best night of her life.

As she came undone a second time, her pussy clamping tightly against his thick cock, he let out a deep and feral growl. Her eyes snapped open and, even through the lust clouding her vision that was mostly black from the force of her third release of the night, she could clearly see what was happening. Lightning started licking at his skin. The muscles in his arms and in his torso were bulging in exertion. A sweat had broke out over his temples and, though she should have been scared shitless, the scales slowly covering his arms and face in random patches only made her want even more.

The next growl from him was like a warning. It was deep, low, and sounded like it came from his stomach rather than from his chest.

Like he was warning her from himself.

His pace grew frantic, relentless, and frenzied. He was pounding into her viciously, his cock sliding against that beautiful spot that she never had another man reach. She just figured that she would be one of those women who couldn't get off on penetration alone but holy shit he proved her wrong. Screams of pleasure were the only things leaving her mouth now- though one could confuse them with banshee shrieks. Or screeches. Either way, she was going to need at least a gallon of water after this. If she could even walk.

This was primal. Something only someone- or something- without humanity could pull off. A dragon slayer with the qualities of a dragon could easily pass. His pelvis probably bruised the insides of her thighs more than she wanted to admit- or wanted to see- and he wasn't stopping any time soon. He was too far gone. There was no leniency here. One climax- one orgasm after the other with hardly any time to breathe between was what he handed her on a silver platter. She wasn't sure how he managed to hold out through what she could tell was at least seven climaxes of her own.

Then again, some might have melded together, if she were honest with herself.

He was lost to the pleasure her body was giving him. He was lost to the fact that she was his mate. He was lost to the knowledge that the woman he loves was beneath him and the one who was driving him through this. His balls were getting tight- taut- and he knew that this was going to end soon.

A snarl lifted his mouth, his elongated canines showing against his clenched teeth to be sparking on their own. Her muscles were burning, screaming, at the strain of this intense feeling but she couldn't stop it even if she wanted to. Which, of course, she did not want to. Through her hazy, clouded mind, she knew he was going to bite her. Even if he tried to hold it back, she wouldn't let him now. Not when she's seen this much.

She can't breathe properly. It's far too hot, there was a burning sensation in her throat from the amount of air she's had to intake through her mouth, and her lungs were aching with the exertion as well. But even then, she didn't care. She couldn't care when that electricity was enveloping her from the inside out again. His cock was glowing yellow with the lightning wrapped around it and it was driving her insane.

His eyes opened and holy fucking stars his pupil was slitted.

He was gone.

She could see the strain in his brows. She could see the way his neck tensed. She could tell he was trying to keep from biting her- just like he said he would. That alone sated any current fears she might have had. Might have. If the intense pleasure mixing and melting with pain wasn't driving away her thoughts, that is. One of her hands stopped clawing at his bleeding back to thread through his hair. With strength she didn't know she could muster like this, she shoved his face against her neck.

"FUCKING BITE ME!"

Her scream bounced off of the walls and he complied for her.

The moment his canines sunk into the flesh of her neck, her vision was gone. She couldn't see, she couldn't hear... She was almost positive that she was dead.

Laxus, however, released every ounce of his cum inside of her warm and tightly clamping pussy. It had to be the most intense orgasm either of them had ever had, and from the heavy panting Lucy was doing, he was certain he gave her a night she wouldn't be able to walk away from.

Well. Literally and metaphorically.

It took way too long for the blonde woman to come back to him and the entire time he felt like he was going to lose her. He was freaking out, he was scared shitless, he was pacing the floors... But she was still alive. She was still with him. That's all that mattered... Right?

When Lucy was finally coming back to reality, the first thing she noticed was a weight on her back. The second was the sound of growling- no, wait, that was more like a purr. She felt his nose nuzzle against a very sore spot on her neck and even if she wanted to whimper at the feeling, the only thing that left her was a very weak moan. Her eyelids were heavy, but she opened her eyes to find everything blurry as fuck.

"L-La... Lax..."

"Shhh... I'm sorry, Lucy... I didn't mean to do that..."

"Laxus..."

"Shh, I have some water here for you if you need it," he offered.

She nodded and took the straw between her lips- well, he put it there for her anyway. A weak laugh left the man at her side- who was finally coming into focus- and the sudden slurping sound of the straw let her know that she had downed the entire glass of water. Carefully, Lucy craned her neck to take in their position. They were on his couch now- why the hell they weren't in his room she had no idea- and his arm was wrapped limply around her torso.

So that was the weight at her back.

"Laxus," she said, her voice still a little hoarse but otherwise better than seconds before. "That was the hottest fucking night I've ever had."

"I would hope so," he said, a sad smile lifting the corners of his lips, "considering it's seven in the morning."

She blinked and looked over to the wall to see the early rays of sunlight coming in through the window. Her brows furrowed in confusion at this. "How long was I out for?"

"Two hours."

She blanched. Honest and truly blanched. "How fucking long were we at it for?!"

He chuckled, rubbing his nose against hers in a loving manner. "Like.. I'd say it was around ten thirty when we got here... Sometime around eleven or so when we started... So about five or six hours?"

"What the fuck," she mumbled, blinking a few times at this revelation. "It felt like one- maybe two at most.."

"Probably because you hardly had time to think between your orgasms," he commented, raising a brow at her.

She watched in awe at how fast his face fell after saying that, though.

"I am so fucking sorry for that... I tried so hard to keep from biting you, but then you yelled it.. And I just..."

She giggled as much as she could with her throat this sore. Carefully, she lifted a shaking hand to rest it on his cheek. Her muscles groaned in protest, but she powered through that. "It is more than okay. Just the fact that your here taking care of me now is more than I would have asked for."

He shook his head. "I told you-"

"You told me no promises. And I'm pretty sure that even if you didn't mark me, I would have still clawed the eyes out of any woman who looked at you for too long after a night like that," she said in a deadpan. While he wanted to laugh at her joke, the look in her eyes told him that she was dead serious about the statement, which pulled a loud laugh from him anyway.

"Well well~ Territorial, are we?"

"Hell yes I am. I will kill anyone who even tries to seduce you," she pouted as she said that, her bottom lip jutting out.

He barked a laugh at that and shook his head. "Well even if it is only for my body, I'll take it. I still have to make you fall for me, you know."

Lucy winked at him and stuck her tongue out. "Get started, then, dear."

Raising his brows at her statement, the memory of a conversation she and Cana had in the guild flitted through his mind. Since she needed it anyway... "Well, I have some vanilla candles and I have a jacuzzi styled bath tub big enough for both of us. Would that be a good place to start?"

Her eyes lit up at that.

His heart fluttered like he had been struck by Cupid's fucking arrows again.

"Perfect. That is.. That... Perfect," she said on a breath. The smile that lifted her mouth was one that made his heart skip a beat. Again. "You might have to carry me, though... I can't exactly feel my legs."

He barked a laugh at her statement and shook his head. "You really don't want to see the bruises I put on your thighs... I'm so-"

"If you apologize to me one more time for a night that blew my fucking mind, I will army crawl out of here. Maybe. Am I even clothed," she looked down at herself, noting that the only thing she was wearing was one of his t-shirts. Her brown eyes went back to his face at this and they narrowed. "Yeah, I'm clothed enough. I will!"

"Alright, alright," he muttered, rolling his eyes. "Let's go get you in the bath and hurry that healing along."

"Okay so," Bickslow said, looking over the unconscious bodies of the members of the dark guild they had just taken out.

Or, rather, that Laxus just annihilated.

"Since when have you had that much power?!" Evergreen asked with wide eyes.

The lightning slayer blinked twice at the damage done by two breath attacks and shook his head, not really comprehending it himself. "I... I don't.."

"You mated," Freed said, looking over at his leader with an uncharacteristic smirk lining his lips. "Was it Miss Lucy?"

Laxus glared at the green haired man. "How did you-"

"One, I'm a mate myself. That's why I've powered up as well. Two, Bickslow told me about what happened on the beach two weeks ago. And three, you never lock your lacrima comm. I'm afraid I've seen more of her than I want to admit."

Laxus growled, trying hard to cover the embarrassed blush covering his cheeks to no avail. Bickslow and Evergreen were choking on their laughter, trying to get a proper breath in as they laughed at their leader's poor situation.

Lucy was going to kill him for this.

Well, she would if she ever found out, that is-

Ding!

He groaned, rubbing his palm over his face as their laughter got louder and Freed even chuckled at his misfortune. Trying to keep a straight face, he lifted his comm from his pocket to his face and opened the message he just received.

Lucy had sent him a picture. She was wearing nothing but his black t-shirt that fell to her thighs. He knew that was all she was wearing from how her hand lifted one side of the shirt up to show her naked hip- no underwear. And no bra would let her nipples show through the shirt like that. Her hair was tousled, like she just woke up, and her eyes were lidded. Her head was tilted to the side, the mating mark of small yellow dragon scales on the side of her neck showing proudly. That was something she covered when they were at the guild- at his request. Not hers.

He didn't want to get attacked just yet.

More than all of that, though, was that she was standing in front of his unmade bed.

She stayed over there waiting for him.

Ding!

He had to force his eyes away from the picture, to see the text she just sent him.

Baby Girl: I'm waiting for you to get home, babe~

Bickslow chortled and Laxus just realized that the seith mage was looking at the screen over his shoulder. The limber man slapped him on the back and let out a deranged sounding cackle. "Get home and get some, boss man! We'll take care'a these asses and get'em over to the Knights. You go home an' get a piece of that ass already!"

"Goddamnit, Bickslow, you ever look at my comm again-"

"It's hard not to when you're showing us," Evergreen quipped.

He noticed that in his anger towards the perverted one of their group, he had moved his comm so that the screen was literally facing his other two teammates. He wasn't that worried about Freed for two reasons; one, he was gay and two, mates literally cannot get attracted to anyone other than the slayer they're with.

Evergreen was a straight woman and had Elfman wrapped too tightly around her pinky to give a damn.

But Bickslow?

Laxus growled at the seith mage, who held his hands up in surrender. "Hey! Boss Man, I'll take these asses myself okay? I-I can't do that if ya kill me..."

"You even look at her too long and Cana will leave you for being dickless," he threatened, shoving his comm into his pocket. "Bring my quarter of the reward by in a few hours, Freed."

"Right."

"Yeah, go get some Boss Ma-OUCH SHIT, WILL YOU STOP SHOCKIN- FUCK STOP IT!"