"Do you really have to keep your house so damn cold?"

Loke was sitting down on a mahogany rug in front of an empty fireplace, his hands tucked under his armpits and hunched over himself, staring murderously into the cold hearth and gritting his teeth to stop himself from insulting the ice mage's colder-than-winter house. Not a good idea if he wanted to stay where he was and do what they'd actually come here to do in the first place. Loke shivered violently, and suddenly there was a heavy cloak dropped around his shoulders. He cradled it gratefully around his throat and looked up to meet the other man's eyes.

"I've hardly been here in all of four years," Gray shrugged as he sat down beside the Lion. "I didn't see the use in paying bills for heating and electricity when I don't actually live here."

Loke nodded. It made sense. "Why don't you live here?"

Gray shrugged again. "I don't know. I suppose I'm just more comfortable with the dorms at the guild. This place... It's just, it's too big to live alone in, you know? And even though I can't stand Natsu, and even though Gajeel can be a bastard when he wants to be, and even though Freed and Gildarts and Makarov can be pains, I'd rather be around them and have to stand their presence than be here on my own. You know what I mean?"

"Yeah, I know what you mean." Loke chuckled. "Old Makarov is a pain then, huh?"

The ice mage nodded vigorously, a grimace on his face as he said, "Oh yeah. He snores louder than Gildarts, Natsu and Gajeel put together. Plus he talks in his sleep."

"Does he say anything interesting?"

Gray smirked. "Usually he goes on and on about some mage called Luviona and how he went about laying her."

Loke barked a laugh at that. "Oh I'm so going to blackmail him with that later!"

"Not anytime soon you won't," Gray crooned, leaning over and nipping at the other man's earlobe.

"My point in saying 'later'", Loke murmured distractedly, leaning into the ice mage's mouth unconsciously.

"And what, pray tell, do you think will be occupying your time for the next long, long while?" Gray whispered into his ear, causing a shiver to run through the lion.

"A certain ice mage I know," came his answer, and then he swung round and was pinning Gray down, the blanket that had previously been covering him discarded to the floor and said ice mage pinned under him to the mahogany rug in front of the cold and clear fireplace. Loke lowered himself and buried his face into the other's neck, earning a gasp as he licked and raked his teeth softly off the sensitive skin there. Gray's hands grasped at his strong shoulders, drawing him nearer to his bare chest and marking the lion's skin with short, sharp nails.

Loke braced himself over him as he looked down at the writhing man, his hands on the floor on either side of his hips, and slipped one of those hands up the other's muscular chest, fingers briefly teasing the quickly hardening nipple as they met it, then sliding up against the strong jaw. The lion forced two fingers inside the ice mage's mouth, thrusting in and out as Gray sucked them in and twirled his tongue around the digits. Loke smirked at the other's moans, a little smug at the reaction he was provoking when he was hardly touching him in any sexual way at all. He leaned in and touched his nose lightly to Gray's, causing his eyes to flash open instantly and focus on his own, blazing ones. Then Loke removed his fingers and their mouths touched, devouring each other in a dance of desperation that had them both gasping.

Loke's hand slid down the ice mage's body, sliding under the waist band of the boxers to stroke the other's ass cheeks. He tweaked at the puckered hole there and Gray moaned into his mouth, pushing himself down onto that wet finger, his own hands sliding down to grasp the lion's buttocks. Loke groaned in return, pushing his finger into Gray in one fluid motion. Gray's hips snapped up, grinding their quickly hardening erections together and making them both groan hotly.

Then Loke's mouth left his, the lion straightening until he was kneeling between Gray's knees, the other man's hands slipping from his ass. The ice mage looked up, lips slightly parted as he cocked his head at the other man. Loke withdrew his finger, earning himself a protesting cry from the ice mage, and he hooked his thumbs under the waistband of the boxers, sliding them down strong thighs and calves until they were off completely and he could discard them on the floor. Then he leaned into Gray slowly, eyes strained to the ice mage's as his face came closer to the other's erection. Gray was long and smooth, blue vein to the measure of his ice magic pulsing madly along the length of the straining shaft. The protesting cry had long been silenced, Gray breathing hard and fast in anticipation of him.

Loke's tongue sneaked out, and even before it came into contact with him Gray's eyes closed and his thighs tensed up. Loke ran his tongue along the slit of the head, lapping up the leaks of pre-cum there, and the ice mage drew in a sharp breath, eyes shut tight and fists closed to his sides as he struggled not to move. Then Loke engulfed him, and despite himself Gray's hips snapped up as he moaned loud, hands flying up to grasp the lion's hair. Loke's head bobbed up and down slowly at first, taking him as far as he would go without choking himself. One hand held the base of the shaft, the part that his mouth could not get to, the other gently massaging the other's balls as he sucked.

Gently, agonizing slowly, he moved upwards, dragging the thin skin of the head with him, Gray's moans and calls to him encouraging him before he sped up, the ice mage's hips rocking upward to meet him, more and more urgent as seconds ticked. Then Gray howled, back arched as he came, and Loke swallowed everything, thick fluid shooting into his mouth as Gray's balls tensed up repeatedly in his hand before relaxing. He let go then, mouth sliding off the now flaccid cock as he straightened and look up to Gray's flushed face. His eyes were still closed, his breathing coming fast and strong in the same way a marathon runner's would after a run that might have turned out longer and harder than usual.

Smirking at his companion's dishevelled state, Loke said nothing, instead standing to discard his shirt, pants and boxers, then dropping back to the floor and grabbing the ice mage's calves to yank them up, earning a shocked and surprised gasp from Gray as the lion held them in place over his shoulders.

"Oi," Gray said, eyes wide with lust and fear and exhaustion all the same, legs weakly resisting Loke's strong grip. "What d'you think you're doing, man?"

Loke's smirk widened. "Getting ready to fuck you, what does it look like, ice boy?"

The ice mage's head rolled back at that, groaning as a shiver of expectation ran through him with the other man's heated words. He was hard all over again, and it was only when he looked back up that he noticed that Loke was now naked - and pressed against his ass.

"Oh my God," he managed, locking his ankles behind the lion's neck, and it was all he could do to stay propped on his elbows when he felt Loke's finger entering him once more, sliding past the bundle of muscles to slide in and out swiftly.

Gray felt his face heating up, both from the feeling of the other's finger buried in his ass and embarrassed at the way his cock was now pointing straight up at Loke's face, the lion's smirk saying just how much he was enjoying his own position of power. "You're so cute, ice boy," the lion smirked, as if reading his thoughts. "All hard for me," he whispered conspiratorially, and Gray felt the heat pooling in his stomach at his words. He could hardly deny it, after all. He was unbelievably hard for the lion.

"Loke," he breathed, and before he could add anything else, he felt another finger joining the first, wriggling and sliding inside of him. His hips snapped up and he groaned loudly, cursing Loke for his love of teasing. "Loke," he repeated, meaning to tell him to quit teasing him, but again another finger joined in and his words caught in his throat, tumbling over each other as they hit a spot deep inside him and sent a wave of lust into him. Then his head snapped up and he glared at Loke, his eyes conveying his point clearly. "Fuck me. NOW," he growled, and Loke's eyes widened slightly as the words nearly sent him careening over the edge himself.

Withdrawing his fingers, he aligned himself with Gray, then remembered in time that if he did it like this he'd be ripping Gray apart before anything else. He looked up, his expression anguished, hesitating at the ice mage's entrance.

"The shelf," Gray groaned, having realized the same thing. "Inside the door behind you. Get it. Fast," he added for emphasis.

Instantly, Loke shot upwards, turning around in one swift motion and darting inside the room behind him. He spotted the shelf against the wall to his left instantly, pulling all the drawers open in a frenzy before he found what he was looking for. He came back to Gray then, dropping to the floor between his legs, opening the bottle and squeezing it onto his throbbing shaft, hissing as the cold gel-like substance came into contact with his heated skin. He put his hand down and stroked it all the way, Gray's eyes on him as he prepped himself before inserting his lube covered fingers into Gray and prepping him as fast as prepping was ever done. Then he grabbed the ice mage's calves again, swung them over his shoulders, aligned himself with Gray, and pushed in, moaning at the tight heat that was suddenly squeezing him.

The ice mage groaned as Loke filled him slowly. God, he was huge! Thanking the Gods that they'd thought about the lube before doing anything, he threw his head back, trying hard to adjust to the other's size.

"Hey, Gray," Loke's concerned voice called him as the lion stilled, his breathing short and ragged. "You okay?"

Gray nodded quickly. "Yeah," he forced out, his voice strained. "Just give me a minute to adjust."

True to his word, about a minute passed, Loke trying hard to ignore the little voice inside his head telling him to just pound into the other man senseless, before Gray was able to breath again and nodded tensely.

"Relax," the lion whispered gently to Gray, not unmoved by his pain. "Just relax and enjoy it."

Then he pushed in, and to his surprise the ice mage followed his advice and relaxed, causing him to fill him up in just one move. The lion gasped in utter bliss, and there was a tense and surprised millisecond of silence in the room. Then Gray howled, Loke having again hit that spot somewhere deep inside him. "Loke!" he shouted. "Do something, bastard! Don't just sit there!"

Loke obeyed instantly, drawing back until only his tip was inside the other man, then slamming back in, over and over again.

"Loke!" Gray shouted again, his hips rocking down to meet him as he shouted other things besides. Then the ice mage grabbed himself, stroking furiously as the lion pounded into him and brought him to balance on the edge.

Loke's eyes strained on him touching himself, and he sped up, flesh slaping against flesh in a disorganised rhythm and dance. Loke groaned, feeling himself coming closer, and suddenly Gray was shooting upwards, coming hard and thick all over both of them as he came, the walls of his colon squeezing in around Loke and dragging him with him, and within seconds Loke too was coming. Filling up the other man's ass he roared Gray's name, echoing his own name on the ice mage's kiss-swollen lips.

Then they both tumbled down from their sex induced high, collapsing beside each other, breathing hard in exhaustion and contentment. Loke fell on his stomach to Gray's left, one arm stuck under him and the other resting across the ice mage's quickly rising and falling chest. Both their heads turned to look at the other, eyes searching and lips turning up slightly at the sight that befell them.

It struck them both then that they were in love - perhaps had been for a long while now, as they stared into the other's eyes and sighed contentedly. It had been a long time since they'd ever said 'I love you' to anyone, or had in fact felt as safe anywhere as they felt now. But neither of them said anything. Too scared to ruin the moment, to ruin the most amazing sex they could ever remember having. They just stared at each other, searching eyes until they were falling asleep, the cold hearth to Loke's back not quite as needed as it had first been, their bodies still warmed by their love making, still covered in cum but not really caring.

That night, Gray Fullbuster slept wrapped up in Loke's strong embrace, his ear pressed against the lion's beating heart.

A/N: so yaayy, Chapter 2 updated! :D how did you guyz like it? That was my first ever yaoi scene! xD Please tell me how you found it! Did I rush anything? Get something wrong? I don't know really, so please please please give me some feedback! REVIEW REVIEW REVIEW guyz! Please! : D

Would any of you like another chapter? : P This is where it's supposed to finish, but I really like how this story actually turned out, so I've been thinking about extending it a bit. Anything to say about that? : P

Thanks for reading, and don't let Makarov get to you! ; D

~Tenshi