133I do not own Fairy Tail. *sniff* I might continue it, but that depends on your feedback. Please review, I like to know how I'm doing!
No More Lies
2
She breathed deeply and clutched his hard hand, she didn't cry out. The loud noise made her jump, but the pain didn't last long. She clutched him tighter, but smiled widely.
She looked in the mirror and marveled her newly pierced ears. "Hmm." She hummed happily at her new look.
"Looks good on you." His face didn't show much emotion, but she knew that he cared. He didn't like being affectionate in public. He fingered the small dangly earrings, truly liking them in his own way.
"Thanks, I don't have as many as you yet!" She giggled. "I'm gonna get one more, you too!" She pulled him into the back of the shop, he let her go her own way. "Sir, we'd like the third picture special please!" She smiled and clung to his studded arm.
"Sure thing, miss." He turned around and picked up his machinery once more. "This way please." He motioned to her. The machine buzzed and pierced another hole, this one wasn't a dangly but a hoop. She marveled at the sterling silver in her right ear, she cooed softly. "You're turn." He motioned to Gajeel. He carefully looked at the piercings in his left. "I'm gonna but in a small spacer, good with you?" Gajeel just huffed and nodded.
The staff's nimble fingers slipped the blunt stud out and moved the small metal ring in. Gajeel didn't even flinch when it tugged on the sensitive nerves.
"Here's your chain." They exchanged money and left the little shop behind.
"What's the chain for?" They were heading towards Fairy Tail.
"I'll show you later." She giggled and skipped to keep up with his wide stride. "How can you stand wearing black all the time in hot weather?" She looked innocently up at him.
"I dunno." His answer was so simple and so him.
He glanced at his counterpart, her clothes making him hotter than the weather ever could. She wore a pair of short-short jeans that barely covered her ass, her jumping up and down didn't help that at all. Her top was of a black bikini top that reminded him of the bra from last night; making him even more hot. She wore a simple pair of white sandals and had her usual brown bag slung over her shoulder.
"Gajeel?"
"Yeah?"
"Never mind." She stumbled on her legs he caught her casually. "I guess I still can't walk." She winked at him making the heat rise up his neck. She leaned into his arm as he propped her back up. She pulled him to her level and kissed his cheek. He nuzzled her forehead.
"Heh, just you wait." These made her flush and look away but smirk all the same.
"Can we hang out at the pool today?"
"Sure." He wrapped his arm around her waist and took most of the incredibly lightweight off her legs.
"Thanks." She wrapped both her arms around his girth. She snuggled into his hard stomach and breathed in the metallic scent around him. She sighed happily, just glad to be able to touch him. She like being able to hold him, even if he was really holding her. She felt safe around him, as if he could protect her from everything and anything.
"Hmph." His voice mirrored his smile, fait but there. She giggled and squeezed him with all her might.
They walked down the street, people ignoring the odd couple before them sensing the aura of infatuation from them both. Gajeel was a ferocious to look at, having Levy next to him just caused to have a double take on the situation; it made you really wonder what he was like, or what she was like.
They separated before they walked into the doors of the Guild, they were still shoulder-to-shoulder; theoretically, Levy is the vertically challenged of the relationship. The Guild was used to the odd couple by now and just went about their usual business. Lucy waved Levy over, she waved back and whispered, "I'll be right back." She kissed him on the cheek lightly and skipped over to her scantily clad friend.
"How're you doing?" Lucy wiggled her eyebrows.
"Better than you and Natsu." Levy countered quickly. "Just fine, I got my ears pierced!" The girls shrieked in unison.
"Any who." Lucy broke the laughter. She leaned in and whispered, "How are you really doing?" She was dead serious.
"I'm fine, Luce. Gajeel is sweet to me and only me, he let me into his heart." She sighed happily. :Speaking of him, I gotta go." She jumped up and raced to him, clinging to his arm and waved to her friend.
The pair headed towards the huge archway that led to the door to the outdoor pool. Only a few people were at the guild today, most had run off on jobs and such, or had just chosen to remain asleep in cool houses on the hottest day of the year.
"AHHH!" Levy squirmed in delight as she viewed the cool, empty, and refreshing pool before them. "So glad I wore my swimsuit under this!" She shed her bag on the nearest chair and slipped off her sandals. She shimmied her way out of the tight shorts and stood there clad in a black bikini bottom. "Come on!" She called out as she leapt into the water.
He watched her form rise then turn to face him, "You know you wanna." She wiggled her brows and wiggled at bit.
He sighed heavily and shed his black tank top with metal studs, he set it next to her pile of things and then stripped his boots, pants, and tailcoats off as well; adding them to the growing pile of clothes. He wore a simple pair of briefs that functioned as well as any swimsuit could.
"You asked for it." Allowing a smirk to cross his face, she squealed as he leapt high into the air. "CANNON BALL!" He landed right next to her, waves crashing over her and making her gasp for breath from giggling too hard.
She cried out, he had grabbed her leg. She tired to kick free, but he smirked up at her through the water; he had finally unwound himself. She dived down to meet him, she grasped his hands and dove to the bottom with him. She swirled around him, her blue hair flowing around her. She smiled widely and pushed off to the surface for fresh air. She breached the surface and doubled over to fly back into the water after a quick breath. She dived down to meet him once more, her eyes shinning brightly.
He loved her, so much that it hurt to even think about. He wrapped he arms around her small form. He looked her in the eyes, his message got across easily. She got him, in a way others just couldn't, he only opened for her too see; he had given her his scarred, tattered, broken, and bleeding heart to hold and heal. He pushed off form the bottom with all his might, the water rushed around them, giving way to the bullet. They breached the surface and flew into the air.
His voice reached her ears, "Do you really love me?" He voice seemed so insecure, it was so unlike him to be like that.
She grasped him tightly around the waist and stretched to reach his ear. The wind whipped past them at high speeds, but they were slowing down at a steady rate now. She looked hi in the eye, her forehead pressed against his. "I love you, no matter what it brings us too." She hugged him tightly, her words echoing in his heart and bringing his soul to a content rest.
"Thanks." They began plummeting to the ground. He knew how to land from this height, don't fight gravity let it do the dirty work. The ground rushed to meet them, he asked a simple question to which she nodded her head closed her eyes. He threw her high into the air, keeping her out of harms way. He landed and used his legs as a spring to right himself once more. He watched as she began to fall, he lifted his hands and caught her waist easily. His arms were not the springs and gave no force onto her frail body. He held her above him, waiting for her too open her eyes.
Her lips broke into a wide grin, her eyes squinted then opened to view her savior. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he brought her to his level.
"See, I do trust you." She whispered and leaned in, their lips brushed gently.
Now it was his turn to smile and wink. He leaned in and deepened that loving kiss to a passionate one. He bit down on her upper lip, just enough to make her twinge but whimper slightly. She kissed him so sweetly, her love and trusts his remedy to the torn heart within.
Lucy blushed and looked away, she had never seen him so open to anyone; Levy was definitely right. She scrammed before he caught sight of her.
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"Wanna go out tonight?" They floated in the clear water.
"Sure, where too?" Her voice soft and kind.
"Hmm… how about a library?" His voice smirked, but was filled with a kindness she found endearing.
She squealed and turned to face him. "Perfect!" She leapt through the water and landed on his chest. She was surprised that he was still able to float with all his piercings and the fact he was a Metal Dragon Slayer. He stayed on top of the water with her on his chest, she snuggled in his wide form; she fit comfortably against his chiseled chest. She traced patterns around his piercing and across his chest. He heard the deep thump of his heart join the rumble that echoed through his body into hers.
She whispered nothings to him, her voice soft and calming to the beast in him, her Beast.
"Let's go now, the suns going down." He rumbled.
"Okay." She reluctantly got off him and into the now chilly water, the air was just the perfect temperature now. She squeaked when his arms wrapped around her from behind and threw her over his shoulder as if he seemed to always do. He wadded his way out and set her gingerly on the chair next to their pile of clothes. His hands coasted her thighs and up her waist and back down again. She was shivering with unknown causes. He smirked devilishly and his hands moved to the inside of her thighs.
"G-Gajeel, n-not now AH~" His hands moved just a bit to close to her center, her legs almost snapped shut if he hadn't held them open.
"If you say so." His voice was husky, warmth bloomed in her stomach and filled her with need.
She shook her head and dried herself off with complementary towels. She shook her hair and wrapped it up in a turban. She pulled on her sorts and sandals, from her brown bag she extracted her light blue open front jacket that only buttoned up to right below her chest. She kept the ribbon tied to the main strap.
By the time she glanced at Gajeel he was already dried off with his clothes fully on. "Ready to go?" He smiled for only her.
"Yeah." She hooked her arm with his and they walked out into the bar, it was empty, the streets as well. He glanced about, no one was in the vicinity. He reached and grasped her hand tightly with his, she fit into his palm quite nicely.
She turned and smiled at his, her other hand winding around his arm and pulling him close to her.
"You know, you're quite the romantic." She giggled.
"Am not." He grumbled out.
"Oh yes you are!" She giggled louder.
"I am not, so there!" He held her close to his body, his arms wrapped tightly around her now. He was basically carrying her. She gasped but dug her face into his hard side, she breathed in his scent; he was hers. "What are we gonna do at the Library?"
"We're gonna read." She chuckled softly. He knew that was her favorite pastime.
"Kay." He mumbled as they continued to the Library.
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She was curled up on a couch in the back corner, she was deep into some novel already. Her skin smooth and shadowed evenly by the luminance from the lamp over her head. She looked beautiful, more than he deserved. She was forgiving, kind, open, friendly, loving, caring, and companionate, she loved those around her and cherished them, and she cared for him more than she should after what he had done to her. She was too forgiving and that might be her only fault; he would protect that fault until the end. What did she see in him?
He watched her expression as she read the story, something good must have happened for she was smiling widely, she then bit her lip; the main character must have done something bad. He couldn't see the title, but he didn't doubt that it was a good book.
He sighed happily and walked to her. He sat on the opposite end of the couch and laid his head on her calves; she sighed happily with him. He rolled onto his side, his ear pressed against her skin. He liked this, the feeling of relaxation and not having to be on edge all the time. It was relaxing, comforting, something he hadn't been able to do in such a long time. The constant sound of pages turning, the smell of leather, her soft breath, his own heart beating at a slow pace, it all was lulling him to a comforted sleep.
He felt something run through his hair gently, her hand was massaging his scalp. He sighed and nuzzled her leg, glad that no one could see him like this. Her hand rested on his ear and massaged the edges gently. She turned the page of her book and kept going with the story.
His chest rumbled as he was pulled into the comforting folds of sleep. A sleep with no dreams or nightmares, a sleep with no worries, a sleep for relaxation and rest; a deep sleep.
He woke to her nudging him gently.
"It's 8:30, the Library is closing soon." She whispered in his ear. He groaned and rolled so his nose was against her skin.
"I don't wanna move." He grumbled.
"Come on, we gotta go." She sighed and shook her head, but a smile was on her face. She set her book down, removed her calves from under him, she put her hands on his head, and began to lift it; he acted as a dead weight.
She groaned and shifted her hands to his shoulders, his head fell foreword onto her neck. "Man you're heavy!" She chuckled. She pushed his chest up and his head rested right over hers, she gasped as he breathed out deeply.
He chuckled and sat up on his own power. "Let's go." He rubbed her neck and snatched her bag form her shoulder. He patted her head and kissed her nose. She stood up and left with him, the moon was rising higher into the sky. She sighed happily at the contact and leaned into it to make it last just a bit longer.
They set out onto the dark street together, the night their companion as well. An idea popped into her head at that moment, they were alone on the street, he was relaxed and in a loving mood; it was the perfect moment. She giggled quietly and hopped up onto his back. She wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. She set her head on his shoulder and whispered, "Love you." Gently to him. She kissed his neck and rested her own against his.
His body stiffened, but relaxed and readily carried her to his place.
He collapsed on his bed, her bag flung into the corner. She rolled off him and wrapped her arms around one of his black pillows. The sheets were still unmade from this morning. She breathed in his scent that seemed to be everywhere here. She sighed happily and shed her jacket and pants, letting them join her bag on the floor, his shirt and pants joined as well.
She rolled so her back was pressed against his arm, content for the moment.
"Levy?"
"Yeah?" She yawned.
"Nothing, never mind." He sighed and rolled so his chest was too her. He wrapped his arms around her waist, his hands over her stomach. He pulled her closer to him, right up to his chest. She rolled in his arms to face him, she nuzzled his chest and breathed in his smell; it was addicting and intoxicating.
"I love you." He whispered into her hair. "You're the remedy I was looking for."
"I want to help you." She mumbled into his chest. "I want to heal you." His eyes widen, no one had ever wanted to help him, not since Metalicana had taken him in, but Metalicana had left him alone also. He had been alone since then, never really looking to start a relationship that would end up ripping his heart out again.
"You were hurt badly."
"I'm no bleeding."
" Not a kind of blood that can be seen; your heart is tattered." She rested her hands against the said thing, its beats thrumming a melody. "Your still bleeding, why?" She whispered and kissed the skin over his heart.
"I, I was abandoned, by my real parents and my foster one. Neither of them had cared, Metalicana had taught me what I needed to know and left me to die. I was alone for so long." He held her tighter. "I hate this, this weakness, this softness, this is what caused my pain to begin with." He mumbled, he had never told anyone this before.
"I want to fill that hole, I will fill it, I will make it mine and heal it until there is only a scar remaining." She whispered defiantly to him, her words striking cords within.
"You can't." He clutched her ever tighter. "You'd have to be my Mate, that's how my kind works." He grumbled, this was private information; why not spill the beans now. "I've already taken the first step, I had sex with you. My kind mate for life, we only trust one with our heart and give them it all. Natsu and Lucy are like this as well, I didn't want to force it on you. I didn't know if you would except everything about me, if you even loved me for real, or if I was just imagining it." His voice cracked.
She pried herself from his arms and looked him in the eye, she lifted his head and held it tightly.
"You are an idiot." She smile and held him to her chest, their knees touching. "I love you, words can't describe this feeling anymore. Ever since I first saw you, you may have been hurting me terribly, but if felt like I was connected to you. Your eyes were pleading with me, asking for forgiveness for the acts you were committing; I had already forgiven you by then." He listened to heartbeat out the truth; she wasn't lying. "I can't explain the connection I have with you, deeper than wounds and flesh, so deep there is no meaning any longer." He felt the tears hit his head, his own were trailing as well. "I only want you to trust me. I only want to love you. I only want to be with you. I want you to smile, I want you to be happy, I want to view the past as a memory and no the present; I want your heart to heal." Her voice cracked as she pressed him harder to her, unwilling to let him go. "Tell me what you need too, tell me what you don't want to, tell me the truth, and tell me everything." She clutched him, her grip a reminder of her devotion to the Beast before her.
He spilled it all, the missions from before, the horrid truth of his past acts; he told what he could. He spilt his heart out too her, his fear and pain, his hate of this weakness that plagued him forever more. He told her of his wish for the future, he told her of his own childhood and everything she needed to know about mating.
"You can never leave your Mated, even if you grow to hate each other." He mumbled his voice loosing the hard edge. "You are to be bound until death, and even after that you cannot Re-Mate with someone. It is a promise of faithfulness, to never leave, to stand and fight, to protect what matters most, to love the ones closest to you; it the Dragon Slayers greatest weakness." He breathed heavily now. "Only half of the Pact had been made between us, I didn't want to go any farther until I was sure."
"Thank you." She picked his head up from her chest and locked eyes with him. "Thank you for the truth. I could never hate you, the past is only a memory for you, and I will fill that hole for I have known you since before we met." Her words rang with confidence. "I will fight even if I am weak, I will protect even if I am losing the battle, I will love those around me even if they turn and hate me, I will never try to be a weakness too you." She kissed his chin gently, then his cheek. "I love you too much, it hurts." She smiled, her tears welling up. "Let me, let me fill that hole, trust me."
"I'm sorry I doubted you, I'm not one that is easily trusting." He held her close. "I'll let you in." He flipped them so she was under him, his mouth on her neck. "I'll finish the Pact." His voice gritted in her ears, making her shiver with want. His mouth traveled down to her chest, he skipped her breasts and moved to her stomach; he left tiny marks behind.
His hands glided up her legs and to the inside of her thighs, the night air suddenly stifling to them both. The light breeze flew in through the window and ruffled the sheets under them. She gripped the pillow and let out a small moan as his hand traveled dangerously close to her center; he could already feel the heat from her.
He smirked, she gasped as his hand wandered too close once more. His mouth traveled back up to her chest, he removed his hands and lifted up her back to reach the ties. While he unstrung those, she traced patterns on his back, she liked being this close, and she wanted to be closer still. She gasped as the cloth was removed and left her bare before him, his hands and mouth traced their way to the front again. He pinched the already hard nipples, she arched closer still. His chest rumbled as she mewled and squirmed; his mouth descended on the right one. The left was occupied by both hands. He licked the underside of the right, making her moan throatily.
His hands traveled back to her thighs, enjoying all her small gasps and quiet shrieks of pleasure. He cupped her sex and she moaned deeply. He captured his lips with hers, swallowing those heady moans. She wanted him so badly, he could feel that pooling between her legs as the moments ticked by slowly.
He finally, slowly, oh-so slowly, pried that last piece of clothing off her slim body. She may not have the inflatable breasts of the other Fairy Tail women, but her hips made up for that. She gasped at he finally pulled it off completely, leaving her bare before him. She felt no shame, no remorse at all; this was meant to be.
He smiled down on her, letting her take a few breaths before beginning again. He slipped in his two fingers without warning, causing her to arch and grip the sheets like a vice; her voice weaved a melody to him, her heart punctuating it as well. She was nearly screaming.
'This wasn't what it was like last night, this is better! Ahn~ just a bit deeper and a little up, right there!' Her eyes dilated and glossy with lust. Her voice rose to peak and she arched in such away that he was amazed that she wasn't broken yet.
"Hahah that felt good?" She hadn't reached her peak, but the heat was uncomfortable and making her even more heady then she already was. He smirked down on her and pinned her so she couldn't move to release herself.
"Yeah. A lot better than yesterday." She gasped between each word.
"That makes two of us." He used his knees to part her legs, making room for himself. "I'm gonna complete the Pact, it might hurt a bit. Don't move, I've gotta do the work now." He pulled off his last piece of clothing, the infernal thing making his erection painful. He sighed into her hair and wrapped his arms around her back.
"I trust you." She kissed him gently on the neck and let him do, as he will.
He rocked foreword, pressing himself painfully closer to her. Her rocked foreword once more and slipped in easily; she was ready for this.
She gasped and moaned deeply; this was completely different, this was like he was holding her essence in his palms that he was digging into her soul and reading exactly what was hidden.
He beat a pattern into her, he grunted and growled with each thrust, his face straining. It was hard not to let himself go at the first thrust, he had to hold on until she had reached the peak first; he wouldn't be outdone.
She clutched him, despite his warnings of not moving. He growled and nipped her throat enough to draw a bit of blood. He sucked on it, drawing her crimson into his body; they were becoming one. He kept his tempo, but it was slipping.
All the sounds she made with each breath were driving him over the edge, she moaned when he hit a certain spot, she growled when he wasn't fast enough, she screamed when it was too good; she was an orchestra dedicated to only him.
"Here we go!" He grunted out, his thrust reaching and surpassing human speeds and strength; he was sure she would break or at lest beat him off her. He was surprised when she only gripped him tighter and hoarsely called his name.
She groaned and began to shriek in pleasure, his face of complete trust. He should have never doubted her.
His peak was coming closer, but so was hers. She was beginning to flutter against him; he walls clenching and clutching him tighter and tighter. Soon only her voice was a yowl.
He grunted and groaned, it was harder to keep going. His pattern erratic and he was string to hold on.
"Just. A . Bit. Longer! Levy, Levy, Levy." He whispered her name over and over, his mouth playing on her ear.
She screamed and arched, her spring lashed out and threw her into the stars. Somewhere in a galaxy she felt his teeth grip her shoulder, right above her Fairy Tail Mark; she only pushed that aside. He came into her, his seed scorching and overfilling. With one last thrust he lay on her, his breathing erratic and heavy.
He flipped them so she was on top he was still in her. He pulled himself out gently, a little spilled but who cared? Her breathing just a bad as his, her body was wracked with shutters and shivers, she still moaned quietly for only him.
"You're mine in everyway." He whispered as he pulled her face to his. He kissed her lips gently, she sighed into it.
"Same to you." She wrapped her feeble arms around his neck and rolled off him. She rolled so her back was too him.
He wrapped his arms around her waist he nuzzled her neck.
"I bit you here, Lucy has the same mark but she covers it up with makeup quite a bit." He traced his fighter over it deftly, the bleeding already done. "It Marks you as mine and only mine, you can never be with anyone else." His hand traveled back down to her waist. He pulled her close to him.
"I will only be yours, even without the Mark." She put her hands over his and gripped them tightly. "I was only ever yours." She whispered. He sighed happily in her ear, his breathing evening out.
He was just like a child looking for encouragement, some to love him, someone to look after him; she was slowly filling that hole in his heart.
I really hope you like it, please oh please review or I may not continue.
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