Liar Liar

Kick. Punch. Block. Kick. Dodge. Why had they agreed not to use magic again? Gray remembered; it was because they were too evenly matched so they decided to settle the current score without it. And he was determined to fight tooth and nail if he needed to. "What's the matter, flamer? You seem to be moving slower than usual."

A hard hit was landed on Gray's stomach by his sometimes rival, Natsu, doubling over the ice user temporarily.

"Shouldn't you be paying more attention to what's going on, ice for brains?" Natsu laughed. He was finally gaining the upper hand in this battle."

"Don't get cocky. It's not over." But as soon as the words left his mouth, he found his back on the floor with his hands pinned to either side. He stared up in mild shock to the grinning pink haired male above him.

"It's over."

The words rang in Gray's head for a moment before he felt a hollow second in his chest as though his heart skipped a beat. It was just his imagination, right? "It's too bad there's no one here to see this, squinty eyes." That should get the fire mage off of him before anything weird happened.

"What?" And it did, indeed, cause the other to spring up to go looking for something, leaving Gray to his thoughts for a moment and just what had happened or more importantly how.. True, they were friends, though he'd rather die than say that outloud, but he couldn't get past the half of a second where his chest felt strange. Almost as if he had started to feel something for the pink haired idiot. Which of course was out of the question. A subject such as this would probably freak the fire mage out, but not Gray. He was as level headed as he ever was. Or so he told himself, but not what the sweat running down his neck thought.

"Where did everyone go?" Salamander's voice broke Gray's concentration. He stared at the direction it came from as the pink haired idiot ran back to the scene, frustrating the hell out of the ice mage.

"Really, moron? Really? Even you can't be that stupid."

"Yeah... Cuz a real moron wouldn't be standing stark naked anywhere."

"Huh?" Looking down, though Gray was getting used to the fact that there was no way he was ever going to stop the random compulsion, it didn't make things any better. "Aw, shit..." He began looking for his clothes, finding everything but..

"Looking for something, you droopy eyed bastard?" the dragon slayer asked, waving a black pair of boxers above his head.

"Hand them over, you ass."

Natsu laughed and began to run away. "You'll have to take them from me."

"Dammit, Natsu, this isn't funny." Every time he made a grab for the garment, it was quickly whipped away time and time again. It seemed Gray would have to find a different approach. "Oi, Natsu."

Natsu stopped for a moment, though still very much on guard when a pair of lips were set on his own in a rough kiss. It only lasted seconds before Natsu heard a cry of triumph and the boxers were stolen from him. It took even less time to see something else.

"Gray... look down."

The ice mage did so, a little shocked that he had gotten even the slightest bit up, a little freaked, and a whole lot of disturbed that Natsu was even looking. "Why are you looking there anyway, pinky?"

"Cuz it's out for the whole world to see, freaky," Natsu retorted.

All was fair in war... "You don't look to be fairing any different... Would you even know how to handle that?" There was indeed a bit of a pitch in the pink haired male's trousers.

"Aw, hell... Um..."

"Just forget it." The boxers were back on the pale boy. "It was probably just imaginations running rampant.." He started to getting dressed. It was absolutely nothing. Nothing at all. Then why did his stomach twist every time he told himself that. It had to mean nothing. That was all. Just a trick of the light. It had to be or something. They were friends in the loosest of senses, but nothing more than that. There was no way he would admit that they were friends or even more, not even to himself.

This somehow displeased the pink haired male and the frown on his face showed it. That was before it became a curious frown when he asked, "So then why the kiss?"

"What?" Gray shook his head, halting his other actions. "It seemed like the easiest way to distract you."

"Because most people wouldn't resort to that straight away. I think most would leave that as a last resort."

"So, I wasn't thinking. I wanted my shorts back, thanks in advance. Why? Did you think I have some sort of unspoken thing for you? Aren't you being a childish? Even for you?"

"Liar."

The word was so simple, yet cut so sharply. The blue-eyed boy was left speechless for moments. "What did you call me?"

"L-i-a-r," Natsu repeated, stretch the word out to make his point. His gaze on the ice mage was even and knowing, disturbing even.

"Knock it off moron." It was almost scary, what was happening at that moment. His legs were going numb with it. He had to move but he didn't know if he could without falling over. Natsu's gaze over him was a heavy one. "You're staring a little too intently."

The fire mage was the first to make a move, stepping towards the other. "Then quit lying." It was a simple thing that meant more than Gray would ever admit. He didn't need something like this, especially with the dolt in question. Anything he had with anyone could come crashing down at any minute, especially with their line of work. He didn't know if he wanted any more losses in his life.

Gray never noticed the other had gotten so close until hot breath brushed against his cheek. "What are you so scared of?" The whisper was soft, the words were warm but sent a chill into the ice mage. There were so many things that could go wrong. So many different variables that... he had to stop himself from thinking any further. He was over analyzing the situation so horrible it would have made Natsu's head spin. It caused the blue eyed boy to laugh.

"I'm not. Why are you so close?"

"I can smell that lie." His warmth was close enough to melt the ice mage. Those dark blue eyes slid shut for only a moment because of it, mildly uncomfortable but it felt almost safe in an odd sense. But with this idiot, who was to say what was safe? He was like a hurricane personified, if a hurricane could breathe and eat fire... He didn't even want to think about that catastrophe waiting to happen. His back moved involuntarily as a warm hand slid up it. "Quit trying to slip away into your mind. I don't particularly like that." The sound of his voice almost had an edge of a feral growl to it as the hand snaked down and around pale hips, tracing lines of bone and muscle. The feel of flame incarnate made the ice mage draw a slow breath. It left trails of heat that quickly dissipated on his cool skin. But no matter how the dark haired one quietly reacted to the hand moving across his torso, it still wasn't enough for the owner. He wanted to hear the truth from the other as honestly as it could come.

A pale hand came up to halt the warm one's actions, though any effort was stilled when the softest of sounds came from the ice mage's throat. It seemed all actions stopped, one to process what had happened, the other to smirk a little at the "truth" he had gotten.

"That sounded better." The first warm hand grabbed both of Gray's, while the second one took up the previous hand's route, tracing the lines of muscles across the ice mage's stomach and chest, up to the line of collarbones and past that even. The heat elicited soft moans and shuddered breathes out of the dark haired male.

"Knock it off," Gray warned, starting to consciously chill his skin to the touches., but the damage was already done.

"Seems you'd have to take care of something first," Natsu chuckled, reaching lower, over clothed hips to set his hand between the other's hips and slid his hand only slightly down. He chuckled again at the tent his hand was over in the other's boxers.

The action the pink haired idiot had made sent a sheen of blush cross the paler's face. Wide eyed, he tried to get even one of his hands back, to get back at the instigator when the warmth slid up once again, much to his temporary relief.

However, Natsu had other ideas as his hand slipped under the elastic that held the boxers on his "victim's" hips.

"Natsu, no- ah..." He recovered with light breaths, his skin temperature returning to its normal, though heated with both desire and the other's warmth. He couldn't keep his breathing even, not without making some sort of little sound. "What are you doing?"

"Helping with the problem I caused." The words were spoken into pale flesh as the fire mage's lips trailed over shoulders and neck, wrapping his hand around the hard flesh by his hand. He was rewarded with a louder moan.

Natsu's heat would eat him alive, Gray decided. He couldn't escape. Or, rather, it seemed his body didn't want to. "This...mm... is hardly fair," he reasoned. "Let me turn around."

It seemed harmless, but there would only be one thing he would need before he agreed. He withdrew his hand before twirled the other around, giving him one hand as a bonus, keeping a hand on the other. Natsu pulled the ice mage for a kiss though not completing the journey, leaving the other in a mild confusion that made the salamander smile a little before slipping his hand back in, resuming where he left off. Slowly, he began to move the hand on the other's manhood.

Gray's eyes slid closed once again, taking an audible breath. "It's not supposed to be fair," Natsu's voice told him, "It's supposed to be like this." Those pale lips of his parted in a way that would almost invite someone to kiss them. The ice mage swallowed hard. It felt good, but it just wasn't doing the trick.

"...not working," he breathed; the movements stopping moments after.

The pink haired male frowned. "Then show me."

"Huh?"

Natsu let the other go, letting him fall back on a bench while taking a seat on the floor. "You said it wasn't doing it for you; so show me what does." When he was met with apprehension, he added while scooting closer, "Or since I'm down here anyway..."

If Gray wasn't angry before, he was when that happened. However, not quite for the same reason. He almost wanted to get off in the other's hand, but he wouldn't say it. Would he? Slowly he slid beside the fire mage, his own legs over tanned ones, leaning over and placing a small kiss on the other's lips, slowly building intensity behind it. Gray found himself reeling from it, his head falling on a tanned shoulder. "Give me your hands," he told the other, and, once he was given it, he showed the other how to place one of the hands and move it, the other was lazily set on his hip, towards the back. "Try like that," he added, and once the tanned hand found the right rhythm, the little sounds rolling from the pale throat sounded like music to the person who caused them.

The hand working at the ice mage was soaked at that point, and Natsu knew he had won. And as he sped up his motions, the sounds grew into moans, longer though not louder. And that was fine with Natsu. His strokes came faster on the other, knowing he had left the other in such a state for too long, and, without warning, his hand was coated with the other's seed. The other's body seemed to freeze for a moment when it happened, a long groan of relief and pleasure rolling from his mouth.

"Better?" Natsu's voice was soft as the other struggled to regain his breath. His only reply was the feel of a nod against his shoulder; it caused him to chuckle. The fact that he could reduce the otherwise obnoxious ice user into speechlessness had a strange sense of gratification for him. While he was lost in thought, a hand came up and roughly anchored in his pink locks, pulling backwards.

"Don't ever do that again without my permission, or I'll hurt you." The words were growled out, but, instead of the fear the words intended, it only caused the fire mage to grin even more.

"Aye, aye."