It had been about a week since the whole issue with the Rune Knights and END, and Gray and Natsu were staying in Old Lee's cabin, hunting their food for the most part and just talking, laughing, joking. In the evenings, Gray wandered through the labyrinthine ice tunnels surrounding the cabin, whilst Natsu did whatever it was he did inside the cabin. Though considering there were no sounds of destruction or.... other things, Gray highly doubted Natsu was..... /Gray, you pervert. You were thinking that too loudly./ okay, maybe he wasn't doing anything that gray wanted to... Ah... participate in but still. What could the Pyro be doing for a whole hour that required him to be totally silent? (It couldn't be sleeping, because Natsu snored like a pig.)

           That evening, when Gray returned from his little walk, he found Natsu waiting for him on the doorstep, fidgeting nervously. The Dragon Slayer looked up at Gray, then looked away, a sign of submission, Gray would have thought, if it wasn't from Natsu. They ate a quiet dinner, which comprised of the remains of the wild boar they'd hunted the night before and a bunch of what Gray assumed were vegetables, though they were all slightly burnt and glazed in something that smelt like honey, so it was hard to tell what they were until he'd bitten into them, to find they were parsnips and carrots. Natsu didn't say much, so Gray remained silent too, hoping that whatever was clearly bothering his demonic Dragon Slayer would be blurted out if he gave Natsu a bit of space. However......

Once they'd finished their meal, as usual, they curled up together on the sofa, just enjoying each other's company...

      ...it was Gray who made the first move. Leaning over to place a fleeting kiss on Natsu's nose, making the pinkette go cross eyed before kissing him properly, a slow, sweet, lips only affair that left the Dragon Slayer eager for more. Natsu leaned forward to deepen the next kiss, eyes fluttering closed, completely oblivious to the deep, contented rumbling he was making. Gray mentally noted that Natsu really was unaware of his purring, almost as if he couldn't hear it himself. Cool arms snuck around warm shoulders, hands gently caressing the back of Natsu's head and neck as they gently made out.

/it should be illegal you know. How much just this makes me aroused that is./ Natsu froze, mid kiss, managing to glare at Gray. Did he mean for him to hear that, or was that an accidental thought? /also, you're purring like a happy exceed./ okay.... definitely aimed at him with the intent to be heard.
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.......purring? Wait. Was he actually?.... ah! Uh... okay then. How had he been unaware of that?!? His thoughts were suddenly thrown off course as Gray bit the Dragon Slayer's lip firmly, drawing out a sharp intake of breath that was clearly a miserable attempt at suppressing a moan. Gray's hands begun to wander lower, resting on Natsu's hips, occasionally ghosting over the toned muscles of his abdomen as the kiss went from sort-of-lustful to downright-desperate.

      Natsu was thrilled by this more aggressive kiss, encouraging his icy boyfriend with gentle tugs to the back of his neck and the occasional need whine. Of course, he was still subconsciously purring, though he was unaware of it. He could feel himself getting... excited at Gray's rougher touch, craving more, desperate for their make-out/groping session to mutate into something a bit hotter.

    Gray on the other hand, was almost physically shaking with the effort not to ravage his Dragon there and then. He knew his touches were getting a bit rougher, he knew how aggressively he was kissing by now, but God's he wanted to do more. Right now! He couldn't read Natsu's behaviour all that well, at least, not in this context. Should he do more? Or not?

     Natsu practically jolted out from under Gray when the ice-make wizard took a chance and let his hand dip below the hip line, brushing teasingly over the already firm organ hidden behind soft pants and boxers. barely managing to hold himself together, he smiled in his endearingly sexy way at the Ice-make Wizard (and no, there's no way in any world Gray would ever, ever say that aloud.).

        "Gray." Natsu whined needily, pulling the ice wizard close and rolling his hips up against his boyfriends half naked body, trying to get the friction he desperately craved. Gray was finding it very very hard to keep in control, because every fibre of his being was currently screaming at him o take the Dragon Slayer there and then, on the sofa. "Bed" Natsu moaned softly. it wasn't a question, and Gray knew it. Only... the Ice-make Wizard knew that if they ended up in bed together, he wouldn't be able to stop himself. Was this normal lust? Or was this his demon slayer dominance showing?

"That's kinda the whole point of going to bed now, ice-freak." Natsu chuckled breathily, eyes narrowed and pupils blown with lust. (Yes, Gray had thought that last bit at Natsu, and the demon had heard.) Gray caught a faint whiff of something familiar, but as he wasn't 'in tune' with his demon slayer side right now, he couldn't actually identify it, though he didn't doubt it stank like a clove of garlic to his Dragon Slayer.

Natsu somehow managed to twist out from under Gray and make it halfway to the bedroom before Gray had even registered that he'd moved, at which point Gray bolted up after him, pants flying as he went, leaving him in nothing but his necklace and boxers. He practically forced Natsu into the wall by the bed, though somewhere in the back of Gray's mind, he was aware that if Natsu hadn't wanted Gray to pin him to the wall, the Dragon Slayer could have easily dodged him or thrown him off.

Gray was acting almost like an animal, Natsu mused, as his icy boyfriend aggressively assaulted his mouth with both lips and tongue, hands roaming freely under the Dragon Slayer's open shirt, drawing a few soft moans from the shorter man as he did. It wasn't until Gray drew back and Natsu cracked open one eye to watch him, that he noticed how purple Gray's eyes had gone, nothing like the normal almost black blue hue that was usually there. He could read Gray's body language with ease and he knew if he didn't do something, Gray was going to cross one of their boundaries without thinking. /Gray. Stop. Calm down a minute. Please./ The soft pleading whine sounded in Gray's head, causing him to pause for a moment to actually look at Natsu.

His eyes were no longer blown with lust, but filled with a soft look of fear. It seemed so out of place on the pink haired man that Gray blinked, once, twice, to make sure he wasn't seeing things. His shirt was hanging loosely on his shoulders like a ragged cloak, and Gray snuck an almost hesitant look down, only to realise the damned Pyro was still hard despite the seemingly scared look on his face. Was he afraid of burning Gray still? Or was there some other reason he didn't know about?

Natsu felt guilty when Gray blinked at him stupidly, but seriously, was the guy so horny that it overrides his senses to the point where he was forgetting Natsu's needs and insecurities? (They'd discussed them to death over the past few weeks). It took longer than Natsu anticipated, but the eventual look of fear that crossed the ice wizards face was enough to calm him down to a safe level.

     "Oh. Uh. Sorry. I didn't mean to.... damn Natsu, I'm sor...."

       "Can't control your slayer instincts very well can you?" Natsu whispered lightly, peeling himself from the wall and moving over to the bed, sitting on the edge with a fairly nervous expression. Gray watched in fascination as the Dragon Slayer stripped, leaving nothing but his boxers. Even his precious scarf had come off, and was folded neatly to one side with the rest of his clothes on the floor. He motioned for Gray to come sit beside him, an inviting smile on his face.

         Gray wasn't quite sure of what happened next, but somehow, he was now on his back on the bed, boxers pulled down mid thigh, Natsu nestled between his legs as a scorching mouth worked on him, and damn, but where had the Pyro learnt to do that with his tongue?!

       Gray made a soft grunt of pleasure as Natsu nibbled the foreskin, warm hands teasingly soft around what was not in his mouth. When Natsu was satisfied with teasing, he used his teeth and tongue to push back the foreskin and took Gray as deep as he could without actually deep-throating, starting off with a hesitant bobbing motion, which turned into erotically harsh sucks that hollowed out his cheeks, Gray's hips snapping forward on every downward thrust, deep, half-suppressed moans clawing their way out of Gray's mouth as he felt the burning wet heat around his cock.

         Natsu could smell when Gray was getting close, and backed off completely when he smelt the icy man reaching his peak, basically denying him. Gray cracked an eye open to glare at Natsu and demand him to finish what he started, only to find the Dragon Slayer's green eyes centimetres away from his own blue ones, a needy, passionate look dancing within the irises.

           Gray surged up and flipped their positions, so he was now straddling the Dragon Slayer, a predatory gleam in his eyes. Natsu whined needily, pushing his hips up to meet Gray's in a desperate attempt to get some friction on his achingly hard cock, drawing a grunt from the other man as he managed to get a momentary little relief, before cool lips crashed into his once more and... and.... how the hell did Gray manage to strip him of his boxers without him realising?!

A cool hand made its way down, brushing past Nastu's cock teasingly as it found it's way to his entrance, a single finger running around it teasingly, in warning of what was to come. Natsu's needy whines were too much for Gray, and it was only by sheer force of will that prevented him from coming so soon.

Natsu felt one finger worm it's way in, deliciously cool and pleasurable. Several erratic heartbeats passed before the finger moved, in, out, in, out, almost teasingly gentle. Natsu couldn't help the whining and purring (Yes, he was purring again.) As a second finger slowly introduced itself, joining the first inside, gently, slowly, letting him get used to the feeling, before a slight twitch of the fingers had him writhing in pleasure, as they stretched him and brushed just deep enough to collide with his prostate when crooked just so.

Gray kept this up for only a short while, until he was satisfied that his fiery boyfriend was stretched enough. Natsu felt the fingers slide out of him, the pressure in his ass gone, and the purring stopped. He whined with need, silently begging Gray to just do it, completely unaware that Gray could hear every thought he made right now because the dragon slayer was too caught up in his need to be penetrated to filter his thoughts. Gray went as red as Erza's hair at the very loud, very crude thoughts that were going through the Ash-for-brain's head.

Natsu felt Gray steady himself, the subconscious purring starting up again as something cold pushed itself against his entrance, boring it's way inside and making him inhale rather shakily. It felt weird, being stretched like this, it maybe even hurt a little, but slowly, as Gray forced himself in further. The scorching heat and soft walls were so tight around him, deliciously so, and it took a hell of a lot of effort to go slowly, gently. He didn't want to hurt his precious Pyro after all.

Soon, Gray was in as deep as he could get with his current angle, the gorgeously handsome man beneath him flushed with passion, sweat already glistening on his perfectly toned body as Gray began to move, going rougher and rougher with earth thrust as the man beneath him moved in tandem, both making tiny adjustments to the angle until every thrust rammed cruelly into Natsu's prostate, sending the dragon slayer into howls of ecstasy as the pleasure built to an unbearable point, fingers clawing into Gray's back so hard they drew blood. Snap. the coil in his gut snapped as spurts of white shot off, landing all over the both of them, a roar tearing its way out from Natsu's throat as he came. Tiny flames flickered across his skin, making it look almost like the pink haired man was glowing. Arms and legs limp, eyes shut in bliss as he rode out one of the most intense orgasms he'd ever experienced.

Several desperate thrusts and a few grunts later, Gray came inside his mate, nearly collapsing on top of Natsu as his arms gave out and his legs turned to jelly. Natsu's hands shot up to support Gray, lowering the dark haired man until he was resting atop Natsu, who hugged him lovingly. Gentle kisses followed before Gray finally pulled out, neither man willing to move from their cuddling position, but knowing they had to get up and clean up before they could actually sleep.

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Once they were all cleaned up, they went back to bed, falling asleep in each others arms. The next morning, Natsu woke up first, as always, a dull ache reminding him that they'd really done it last night. He felt elated when he realised he hadn't completely lost control of his magic, and mild panic when he realised they hadn't used protection. Ok, so yeah, they were both clean, and both guys, and it wasn't mating season, but still, he should probably go see Porlyusica when they went home just in case.

When Gray finally woke up about an hour later, he wandered into the kitchen to find the Dragon Slayer cooking breakfast. If Gray had learnt anything about Natsu that was surprising, it was that the dragon slayer could cook. Not just edible, but resteraunt level food. They ate breakfast in companionable silence, just enjoying the other's company. They both knew they only had a few more days at best before they had to head back to the guild, and both were planning on making the most of their uninterrupted peace together before they told the guild.

... back at the Fairy Tail Guild, all hell was breaking loose. Lucy had walked into the guild that morning, with a rather sheepish looking Loke and a bundle that cried rather loudly when Mira tried to investigate. Lucy was then forced to introduce 'Charley' to everyone, and good gods, what a row. Yeah, she should have expected it, after all, a half human half celestial spirit child was technically impossible.

     "Like a celestial spirit living in the human world for more than three years isn't possible?" Loke suddenly argued, looking suddenly more like a terrified mouse than a fierce lion. "Charley is mine and Lucy's daughter, if you can't accept that....." eyes flashed brilliant gold behind blue glasses in threat, not that it was needed, because Gramps appeared and demanded they throw a party in celebration of their guild member's new family.