A/N: I know. It's been almost nine months since I first posted this! I've had an idea of what I wanted to do with the second chapter, and just never got around to it. But, here we are! This did take a slightly different turn than what I'd originally planned, but... Well, you'll see. Also, I know the first chapter was over 13k, and this is only 4k, but... Well, I didn't want to drag it all out. This one is more of a closing up piece than anything else.

Hopefully, the name change on the story didn't mess you guys up too much. This used to be titled, 'Butt of the Joke' but I figured it needed something a little different.

On to the story!

Bickslow picked himself up from the floor after getting over the shock that Laxus had sent through his system, a wide grin stretched across his face. The joke was absolutely priceless, if he was being honest with himself. Really, he'd only done it to get a rise out of Mira, since she'd been grumbling for weeks that there weren't any babies in the guild. The fact that she wasn't nearly as crazy about having them herself was a fucking miracle, as far as he was concerned. Slowly, he turned and helped Mira stand up, then watched as she cooed over the picture Reedus had painted. "Now that you've gotten over the initial shock, whaddya think, baby?"

Mira giggled and turned her gleaming blue eyes up to peer past the slats of Bickslow's visor. "Is it true?" she asked excitedly. "Does she want to have his babies?"

"Not a clue," Bickslow laughed. "You could ask Cosplayer yourself though. She's…" He paused and looked up to the second floor, where he'd last seen Lucy, only to find her missing. "Well, she was upstairs…"

"Bunny's in his office," Gajeel said as he pulled the plate of metal Kinana set on the bar in front of him. "Been in there for a few."

"Well, damn," Bickslow sighed. "I was hoping to get her input on it…"

Gajeel froze when he heard a muffled yelp coming from the second floor, his crimson eyes darting up to the hallway that led to the S-Class offices and his pierced brow furrowing. "What the fuck?"

"Wait, no—Oh god! Not here, Lucy. Please, not h—arrrgh!"

Bickslow blinked in confusion as he followed Gajeel's gaze upstairs, then his jaw dropped when he very clearly heard Laxus' voice ringing out nice and clear for everyone to hear. The fact that his longtime friend's voice had gotten as high-pitched as it had wasn't what caught his attention. It was more of the fact that he heard some sort of slapping sound, and then...

"Fuck! Don't hit so hard, Blondie!"

The guild as a whole fell into an eerie hush, with everyone turning to stare at the second floor with either intrigued or horrified faces.

Erza's face turned a bright shade of red as she set her fork down on her plate.

Natsu was holding a fireball in his hand, ready to punch Gray - who was holding a large ball of ice in much the same position - and both wore matching expressions of confusion as they looked toward where the sudden pained cries were coming from.

"That's it, baby," Lucy moaned. "Scream for me."

Wendy stared down at her hands in her lap with wide eyes. She was sure no one else heard what Lucy was saying, since she wasn't talking very loudly, but the other Slayers sure could. This was something she really didn't think everyone needed to be listening in on, but with how quiet everyone had gotten, there was no way to keep herself from hearing it all.

"Oh, Lucy! P-Please, Mistress... Please stop! Oh, fuck... Stop!"

"Mistress?" Mira giggled. "Oh my…" She bit her lips when there was another crack of what she already knew was a belt against bare flesh.

"You like it hard, Laxus," she growled into his ear, bringing the belt down again and moaning when he cried out. "You fucking love it when I beat your ass. Don't you?"

"Yes! Fuck... Yes, Lucy!"

"Tell me to spank you harder, Laxus. You want me to. I can feel just how much you want it."

"Oh god... N-No more... Stop, Lucy! Please!"

Makarov's jaw was hanging open, but he forced himself to ignore the steady stream of blood that was pouring from his nostrils as he lifted his mug to his lips. He'd known that Lucy and Laxus being an item was still something that some people couldn't understand, regardless of how long they'd been dating, but this was something else entirely. Never in his life would he have assumed that his grandson was into that sort of thing. Or that Lucy was the one holding the reins.

"N-No, Lucy... S-Stop..." he whimpered, his body betraying him when he moaned as the belt cracked over his flesh again.

"Say... It."

"Please… Spank me harder, Mistress! Just like that! Oh god... Harder... Please, Mistress!"

"This is wrong on so many levels," Gildarts muttered.

"Nah," Cana laughed. "Lu's a total babe when she's got her whip going. Not surprising that she gets Laxus with it, too."

"I-I'm a bad boy, Mistress."

"I…" Bickslow's eyes were wide and a shudder rushed through his body. His earlier thought about Lucy not rocking Laxus' world in the bedroom was clearly wrong.

"Yes!" he moaned, "I wanna be a good boy, Mistress."

Bickslow had been very wrong. His first thought was that Lucy had Laxus wrapped around her finger, and that he was going to be embarrassed as hell when they realized that everyone was hearing him get his ass spanked - at least, Bickslow hoped it was his ass. After that, though, it suddenly made all the sense in the world why the Lightning Slayer had been so much happier since he'd started dating Lucy. She was a fucking sweetheart, through and through, but it was about a whole lot more than that.

Laxus had a tong of stress weighing him down constantly, and if doing something like this with the woman he loved was able to help him chill the hell out - something that Laxus always had trouble doing - then Bickslow was perfectly fine with it. It really wasn't his place to judge anyway, but he was definitely going to make sure people didn't try to hassle Laxus and Lucy about it.

"You look so fucking sexy when you're gagged with a belt, y'know…"

"Wow," Gajeel muttered. "She gagged him with a belt?"

"What?!" Freed gasped. "What on Earthland is going on up there?"

"I'm gonna go with Bunny's taming a fuckin' dragon," Gajeel chuckled. "And he's got no problems with it."

"Taming a…" Freed choked and turned sharply to stare up at the balcony. "In the guild?"

Bickslow chuckled. "Probably my fault. I made Laxus mad. I'm guessing Cosplayer's just getting him to relax."

"R-Relax?" Freed whispered. "I do not see how that-"

Gajeel chuckled and popped a few screws into his mouth. "Oh, he's relaxed alright. You ask any Slayer, and they'll tell ya. Finding someone like that?" He paused and shook his head, a nearly wistful smile crossing over his lips. "That shit's fuckin' magical."

"You mean to tell me," Mira said with a furrowed brow as she looked at Gajeel. "You'd want a woman that was into that?"

"Hell fuckin' yes," Gajeel nodded. "I ain't ashamed to admit it. I'm a right fuckin' asshole…"

"Got that right," Bickslow chuckled, ducking when a hunk of rebar was thrown at his head. "Case in point."

"Anyway," Gajeel sighed, "That shit is a total stress reliever. You take everything and put it in someone else's hands, and all you've gotta do is 'yes master' and 'no master'... No stress, no responsibilities, and no one wanting yer ass for power."

"That sounds… Odd," Mira said slowly. She just couldn't picture any of the Slayers wanting to be put in a submissive role, or get spanked, or whatever else Lucy was doing to Laxus up there.

"Not really," Natsu said as he took a seat next to Gajeel. "It's like that for all male Slayers. Female dragons are the dominant ones, so that's how it is."

As one, everyone turned to look at Wendy, whose face was a bright cherry red. "I, uh… Can't really see it," Gildarts said carefully.

Wendy squeaked and dropped her head to the table, throwing her hands over her ears while Carla shook her head disapprovingly. "Honestly, child," she tutted. "It's perfectly natural."

Mira pursed her lips, ignoring the way Lucy was screaming in pleasure in the distance. "Gajeel, don't you mean 'Mistress'?"

The Iron Slayer raised a studded brow, slowly biting through another piece of iron. "No." He kept his gaze steady on Mira while the sounds of Lucy's screams and cracks of a belt on flesh echoed through the guild hall. "You got a problem with that?"

Mira's mouth formed a perfect 'o' as realization dawned on her. It seemed she was the only one to catch it, though. "So, you're… Wow… No, I-I don't… Uh…"

"Exactly," Gajeel nodded.

"Laxus, b-baby! Give me more! Sh-Shock me again! Oh… L-Laxus! M-Make me cum with your lightning!"

"Fuckin' hell," Gajeel laughed. "He's shocking her?"

Natsu snorted and shook his head. "Guess he'll figure it out soon, then."

Mira leaned forward with excited eyes. "What's your type then, Gajeel?" she whispered.

"Fuck off."

"No, tell me!"

"No, psycho." Gajeel froze when the lights flickered slightly, shuddering and cringing when he could hear the distinct slapping of skin on skin. "Fuckin' hell… Those two…"

Natsu tilted his head to the side and looked up at the second floor. "They wouldn't do it here, would they?"

"Do what?" Makarov asked, blinking away the mental image of what Lucy looked like with the sounds that came barreling out of her mouth.

Before anyone could answer, a terrifying roar shook the foundation of the guild. The building rumbled violently, with the glasses and alcohol behind the bar rattling until they crashed to the floor. The lights flickered again, then each lacrima exploded, bathing everything in darkness. There was an odd calm left in the wake of what everyone belatedly realized was Laxus losing control of his magic. That fact alone had the majority of the guild trying to smooth down their frazzled hair and to get the strange tingling sensation that crept across their skin to dissipate.

Natsu lit his fists aflame while standing up, then looked to where Makarov was pulling himself up from the floor. "Well," he laughed, "That was different."

Makarov nodded, his bones still rattling from the sudden jolt his grandson had sent through what he knew was probably a good portion of the town - not just the guild. He was going to need to have another talk with Laxus about making sure his magic was kept under control. 'The circuit board is completely melted this time… I already know it.'

It took a few minutes for everyone in the guild to regain their bearings, and for them to find a different means to light the guild hall up. Once everyone was able to see, Mira looked around and frowned when she couldn't find Gajeel anywhere. "Natsu, where's-"

"Not a clue," Natsu shrugged, intently keeping his gaze away from the doorway he'd noticed the Iron Slayer darting into. "Must've disappeared into the shadows or something."

Her lips pursed in agitation, then she let out a heavy sigh. Just as she was moving to start picking up the broken glass, giving Bickslow a tender smile when he started using his babies to make her job a little easier by turning the guild into a recreation of Sorcerer's Apprentice - with the little souls taking residence in brooms, mops, and dustpans - her smile faltered.

"L-Laxus! Oh god, yes!"

"Damn," Bickslow laughed. "Go, Bossman. Round two already."

Makarov shook his head and smirked up at the second floor. "I think we should all have a day at the beach!" he shouted. The resounding chorus of agreement from everyone present, and just how quickly they all fled from the guild, was more than enough proof that his grandson needed some privacy with the Celestial mage. By the time they were all outside, the aged guild master found his brows shooting up into the sky when he saw the entire guild was covered in arcs of lightning. "Oh, dear."

Bickslow shook his head and wrapped an arm around Mira, looking around at the other guild members for a moment, then frowning when he couldn't spot Freed anywhere. "Where the hell did he go?"

Gajeel growled as his back was pushed roughly against the tile wall of the locker room, his hands balling into fists at his sides instead of up to the silken emerald strands of the Rune mage while their lips crashed together. "Yer a pretty good actor," he mumbled between harsh, biting kisses that left his lips stinging and his knees weak.

"Of course I am," Freed chuckled. His hands glided effortlessly over the tensed, bulging muscles in the Iron Slayer's arms, down to the piercings dotting his forearms. "Now, about this 'dragon taming' you spoke of…" He grinned when Gajeel shivered, watching as his ruby eyes darkened closer to a dusky wine with each passing second.

"What about it?" Gajeel whispered, his voice catching on a hiss as the smaller mage pressed their hips together.

"I'd say we should go somewhere more secluded," Freed rasped. "There is no need to have others hearing you scream the way I want."

"Only other ones here are Bunny and Sparkledick," Gajeel smirked. "Everyone else ran the fuck out. Goin' to the beach."

Freed chuckled darkly and shook his head. "Still, you asked that we keep this a secret, Gajeel. You do not ask for much, so…" He paused and his thin brows shot up in alarm when Gajeel cried out in pain. "Gajeel?!"

"O-Oh god!" Gajeel snarled. Every muscle in his body tensed at once, pulling taut under an imaginary puppetmaster's guidance. He could hardly breathe, and found the sudden violent vibrations that shook his body making him collapse to the ground in a panting heap. "F-Fuck…"

Freed's eyes were wide and alarmed as he knelt in front of the raven-haired mage. "Gajeel, are you-"

He raised a shaky hand and swatted Freed's away, still trembling with hazy eyes. "D-Don't… You'll…" He gulped. "You'll get hurt."

"Hurt?" Freed balked. "How? What happened?" Gajeel's head flew back into the wall, his face wrenched up in agony. Still, even though the Rune mage knew he was in pain, the only sound that came out from between his bared and grinding teeth was an erotic growl. One that Freed knew was from pleasure. "Gajeel…"

"Fuck!" Gajeel moaned. "F-Freed…"

The Rune mage reached forward again, then jumped when the first bit of contact had a quick shock running through his fingers. "What in the world…" He frowned, then watched as Gajeel's tongue darted out to wet his lips. And that was when he saw it, and when realization hit. "I see," Freed smirked. "You are quite the lightning rod, aren't you Gajeel…"

"Y-Yes…"

"And… You enjoy this?"

"Yes…"

"So, we should stay."

Gajeel's eyes barely opened, desire swirling wildly in their depths. "No." He couldn't touch Freed like this. Then again, he couldn't touch Freed unless he was given explicit permission, but that wasn't the point. The suddenly dark look in his lover's eyes, the one that flashed with an alarming shade of purple runes before going back to the beautiful turquoise they usually were, let Gajeel know that he wasn't pleased.

"What was that?" Freed asked quietly. "Why can we not stay, Gajeel?"

"I-I want you to touch me," Gajeel gasped, a quivering moan bursting from him when he was shocked again. "F-Fuckin' Laxus…"

"You seem to forget, Gajeel," Freed chuckled while pulling a pair of gloves from his pocket. "I have known Laxus for a very long time." The sudden look of apprehension in the Iron Slayer's eyes had his own softening. Slowly, he reached up and lightly stroked Gajeel's cheek, sighing when he couldn't feel the lightning that he knew was still wracking his lover's body with tremors. "Do you really think I would not be prepared in the event his lightning went out of control?"

"F-Freed," Gajeel whimpered.

"You are enjoying this?" he whispered, carefully leaning forward until their bodies were nearly pressed together. "The pain, how it sets your nerves on edge. The sudden calm right afterwards, and feeling as though a wave is washing over you while your body tries to return to normal."

Gajeel nodded slowly.

"And why did you never tell me that you liked being electrocuted?" Freed breathed.

"N-Never knew. Fuck!" Gajeel's eyes slammed shut as another shot of lightning travelled through the foundation of the guild and wriggled its way into his body. It was beyond fucking painful, but the lull afterwards was more than worth it. That, and… He forced his eyes to open just enough to see the breathless look Freed was giving him. "D-Does it… Please…" He growled and tensed again, still forcing himself to speak through it. "P-Please you… Mas-s-ster?"

Freed let out another soft chuckle, waiting for the moment that Gajeel's body relaxed. Once it did, he leaned forward and lightly pressed his lips to Gajeel's parted ones, shuddering when he felt a small jolt of electricity passing between them. "I am more than pleased. I get to see you like this, to touch you…" His gloved hand slid down Gajeel's chest and palmed the prominent bulge in his pants, a smile touching his lips when the Iron Slayer moaned quietly. "We will stay for a time, and then I will take us to my home."

"H-How long?"

"As long as you can handle it, Gajeel." Freed tenderly tucked a few errant black strands of hair behind Gajeel's pierced ear. "As soon as I hear your first safeword, we'll go. I will allow your body to recover, and then…"

Gajeel whimpered when Freed sat back on his heels, a coy smile on his beautiful fucking face. The hand on his arousal was simply teasing him, making sure he was hard as hell while Laxus' lightning tortured him. "Th-Then?"

"Then," Freed rasped, "I'll show you a few new toys I've purchased. I'll have you strung up tonight." He paused when Gajeel's hips shifted and his arousal twitched behind the confines of his pants, a wide and wicked grin pulling at his lips. "We have some new paddles to try. And you asked if I would be willing to use a fencing foil on you."

Gajeel's eyes went wide, a full-body shudder overtaking him. "M-Master," he whimpered, gasping when Freed's lips hungrily devoured his. Their tongues swirled, and if he could have, Gajeel would have melted into a puddle on the floor right then.

Freed hummed and pulled back, breathless and stroking his lover with more purpose. "Blindfolded, Gajeel. Gagged… I'm going to have so much fun with you tonight. Is that what you want?"

Gajeel nodded, crying out when Freed lunged forward and bit his neck harshly, then pulled back right as he was hit with another, much more intense shock. "Fuck! F-Freed!"

"Master," Freed corrected him.

"M-Master! Oh god…"

"Say it, and we'll go right now," Freed hissed, one hand sinking into Gajeel's unruly raven locks and yanking his head back. "Do it, Gajeel. I won't punish you."

"É-Écriture…"

Freed grinned and pulled the Iron Slayer into a searing kiss, groaning as he settled in Gajeel's lap. Without paying attention to anything around them, and completely missing the fact that Laxus and Lucy had apparently decided to come down to shower and were watching himself and Gajeel with wide eyes, he wrote the runes necessary to teleport them to his home. "Such a naughty dragon," he groaned as Gajeel nipped at his throat.

"Only for you, Master."

Laxus cleared his throat once Gajeel and Freed were gone, then looked down at the blonde beauty at his side when she giggled. "What's so funny, Blondie?"

Lucy turned and rested her chin on his chest as his arms wound around her. "I guess Natsu wasn't joking. You Slayers are all the same."

Laxus smirked and brushed his nose lovingly over hers. "Maybe," he whispered. "But let's get a shower, then we can head down to the beach with everyone else." The way she brightened up instantly had him blushing. He loved to see that smile on her face, the one she always gave him when she was beyond happy with something he'd done. He still couldn't believe that she'd not only agreed to be his mate, but that she hadn't wanted to wait until they got home to complete the ritual. He slowly peeled her clothes off and tossed them to the side while tenderly kissing her, letting out a quiet moan as she did the same for him. "I love you so much, babe."

Lucy giggled against his lips when he gently pinned her to a wall, shivering as the cool tiles pressed against her bare flesh. "I love you too…" Suddenly, he pulled back and she pouted.

Laxus frowned and put a finger in his mouth, then pulled it out. "Huh," he muttered, rubbing his thumb and forefinger together. "My sperm does wear fur coats."

Lucy snorted and joined her mate in a round of nearly belly-bursting laughter, then pulled him into another kiss. His fingers immediately sought out the gleaming golden scales that created a gentle v-shaped pattern beneath her navel from one hip to the other. The other Slayers would know what it meant in an instant, considering her mating mark was a small lightning-shaped pattern running down the side of her throat where his teeth had struck her. "I guess we'll see in nine months," she whispered.

Laxus grinned, his hand splaying across her stomach as Lucy turned to press her back to his chest. His nose nestled in her hair once they were under the warm spray of the shower, and a slow purr rumbled in his chest. "I guess so, Lucy." He didn't care in the slightest whether or not anyone heard him earlier. Once they'd mated, and he saw the golden scales stretching across her lower belly, acting as an extra protective barrier between the outside world and the little one that was barely starting to grow within her, Laxus hadn't cared about much of anything. Not the guild's reaction to what they might have heard, or what his grandfather would say once they left his office. Not the picture that had gotten him riled up and getting spanked in the first place. Everyone else could suck it, because he had everything he'd ever wanted right there. He was curious to know how the guild would react when they found out that he had not only made the blonde his mate, but that she was also pregnant, but that could wait for another time… "I guess so…"

.The End.

And there it is! The second and final chapter. Trust me, Gajeel and Freed getting kinky was not what I originally intended, but I started writing and then it just happened. I might end up writing a little one-shot for those two, if there's enough of an interest from you readers.

Regardless, I hope you all liked it!

So! Review, Follow, Favorite! I love yous, guys!

~~GemNika