65Shall it be Lima or Stockholm?
Intro; AU. He was a rival, an enemy, but still… why did she love him? Gajeel, the Hitman for Phantom Lord, the seedy bastard wheedled his way into the very heart he had shattered. Levy, the informant for Fairy Tail, captured and held for ransom. As the two war, who shall be killed, and who shall be saved?
Info: Contains mature themes, gang violence, and torture.
Cologne and Bubbles
7
Gajeel listened to the quiet voices on the Television; he was beginning to doze off. His chin began to smack into his chest, his eyes fluttering as he fought off the exhaustion-induced sleepiness that had him in an iron grip.
He didn't know when he finally gave into the fight, but when his eyes flashed open, Levy was standing directly in front of him. Her legs were crossed and she hopped back and forth, like some insane jig.
He rubbed his eyes and leaned foreword, propping himself on his elbows. "What?" He pulled his hair back, away from his face. He let his eyes slide shut, only to flash them open a second later. "OH god, are you fucking serious?"
The look on her face said it all.
"I gotta go potty….." Her voice was barely over a whisper. Her fingers curled into the muddled remains of her clothes.
He slapped his face and dragged his hand down to finally slap his knee. "Iight," Gajeel got up, "It's this way." He led her down to the door right next to his bedroom. He opened the door and held it open for her. She rushed in and he shut it behind her.
He went back to the couch and rubbed his temples, a headache forming in his frontal lobes. "Damn." He growled under his breath, his anger from earlier returning. He hushed the monster and waited for her to return.
After a fifteen minute wait, he knew something was up.
He sneaked over to the door and listened quietly. He heard the sounds of glass bottles being rummaged in, and a scent was rising from around the doors bottom. He threw the door open, to see Levy sitting on his sink with bottles of cologne, deodorant, toothpaste, and other assorted bathroom materials. She smiled and showed him her hands. She had taken his shaving cream and painted the mirror.
"It's pretty!" She leapt down to take his hand and show him the entire portrait she had created.
He peered closer at it, he saw a four-legged thing with a body the seemed almost worm like, and it had pointed teeth and spiked hair.
"That's you, and Lily is there!" She pointed excitedly, "I'm right here!"
He sighed heavily, taken a huge breath through his nose. He stiffened and chocked on the scent.
"What did you put on?" He growled though his hand that protected his nose and mouth.
"This stuff!" She pulled out a half-empty bottle of musk that he had gotten from Jose a long time ago. It was meant to be used in small quantities, and even then, it was unbearably strong. She appeared to have used half of the bottle to smother herself in it.
"We need to get you cleaned." He muttered. He leaned behind her to turn on the hot water. "Crap." He sweat dropped and pulled out his cell. He left Levy to marvel at the water as it surged forth from the faucet.
He dialed the number quickly, nearly missing the last key. He waited for the other end to pick up.
"Juvia speaking."
"Hey, Juvia…." He paused for a moment to eye up Levy, "Get your fucking ass down here now."
"Understood." The line died with a quiet snap of his phone.
He returned to the bathroom to plug it up so the hot water could fill the claw-footed bath. Steam began to curl around them when the door was knocked on.
"Levy, stay right there. Don't you dare touch a fucking thing?" His anger at having to ask for help began to shine through into his voice.
"Okay." She sat on the floor obediently and waited for him.
He slunk into his next room to the door, opening it slowly.
"Juvia, I need help."
"Juvia knows, Juvia thought the call was odd." The blue hair mistress gazed at him with watery eyes, her chin sharp and angled but it matched her cheeks bones. Her curled locks framed her face beautifully. Her tight dress didn't hide anything from the eyes, and what skin wasn't visible you could clearly imagine what was hidden behind the sleek teal silk.
"I have a captive, the bitch hurt her head and now she's childlike on a whole new level. She needs a bath." His face flushed at the thought.
"Juvia understands now." She smirked, her stoic façade slowly melting into a familiar face he knew from long ago.
They had both joined at around the same time, Juvia about a week before him. Both had come from broken homes and this was the only job available for them. Two other children joined soon after them, and Phantom Lord became their family. Juvia and Gajeel had been close, their ages closer together than the other two.
They had trained together, both strong with magic and even stronger with wills. They complimented each other nicely. Jose had personally trained them; their natural abilities with certain elements began to appear.
A new child joined, slightly older that Gajeel and Juvia at the time and he took the reins of control Gajeel once had over the other three. Aria, Master of Air Void they called him. Aria became quick friends with Sol, the genius with Earth; Totomaru, the Master of Fire Magic; but Juvia never really attached him as she had with Gajeel. She was called the Rain Woman, for her gloomy exterior when she was around other people, especially Aria.
Gajeel was moved away from Juvia, Jose trying to break their bond so she could focus on the Elemental 4, his A-Team. He had bigger plans for Gajeel, a grander world to show him that didn't involve friends.
Juvia and Gajeel still kept in contact, but remained under the radar to prevent further involvement of Jose.
He enjoyed the warmer Juvia to the Rain Woman; this was a familiar territory that he was used to.
She let out a quick breath. "Show Juvia the captive."
Gajeel pointed to the bathroom, steam billowing out the door now.
Juvia clicked her way over in her four-inch stilettos. He would never know her sweetheart was, but damn that man knew how to pay for his loves needs. Gajeel eyed her toned legs, a gym membership too.
He shook his head and sat on the couch, turning on a random channel and settling to watch it.
"What are we going to do with her?" Lily perched precariously on the edge of the couch to his side.
Gajeel sank into the chair. "Dunno."
"You have to take responsibility for her, you rescued her, and now you have to care for her as well." Lily's tail flicked with anticipation. "Also," he added, "I like her." He cocked his head to the side and speculated what was running through his humans head.
Gajeel stiffened in his seat, his head spinning as he thought of what he could do with the woman.
He could wring her neck, he could damage her beyond repair and keep her to himself, make her his by all means.
He heard noises from within the bath, Levy was giggling like mad. Bubbles were starting to peek out from under the doorjamb. An eyebrow disappeared into the tangle of crow colored hair.
The door burst open, Gajeel stiffened even further, Levy raced towards him… wearing only oddly placed bubbles. She squealed loudly and grabbed his hand.
"You come in too!" She pulled him with all her might, his state of shock left him malleable and easy to control. She dragged him into the bathroom, Juvia looking sullen in the tub sighed heavily as he was flung in with her. Levy jumped in next, loving every moment with the two clearly disturbed people.
"Juvia."
"Yes?" She turned to face him, comically, bubbles formed in the shape of a beard wiggled with the force of her turn.
"What the fuck happened here?" Levy piled bubbles onto the top of his head, her, ahem, assists swinging quite close to his face.
"Juvia does not know." She faced the door, using her own magic to wring the water out of her clothes. She gingerly stepped out of the tub and once again wrung the water out of her lower half. She flickered her hands, dispelling the bubbles that dared to cling to her skin.
Gajeel closed his eyes; the warm water was quite relaxing after all. He felt his second brain agreeing with him. He growled and told it to shut up.
Levy, completely oblivious to her overstep in humiliation, kept on smothering him with bubbles. She seemed to get an idea and once again leapt out of the tub. He cracked an eye to watch the two girls. Levy manically ran to the next room, retuning with scared shitless cat. She threw him in along with herself.
"We all bathe!" She kicked her feet high into the air, letting bubbles spray everywhere.
Gajeel mentally noted that whatever Levy lacked in the upper department, she made up twice as much in the lower. Her hips were his perfect size, and she didn't have balloons strapped to her front either. He sank lower into the water to hide his heated face; hey, he was human after all too. He gave a damn about the bodies of the woman he could catch a hold of.
Juvia spent the next half hour trying to get Levy under control. She finally restored to using magic to contain the little beast. The bubbles quickly formed into one large sphere of water that engulfed Levy, clearing her of all bubbles and effectively rinsing her off. Effectively giving Gajeel an unhindered look at the woman as well.
That little episode finally finished, he rinsed off himself, stripped, wrapped himself in a towel, and retreated to his room. "Clothes for her are on the coffee table." He shouted over his shoulder.
Juvia rubbed her down and dried her hair with a quick motion of her hand. She sent the excess water flying back into the draining tub.
"You caused Juvia trouble." She chastised and shook a finger at the child-like woman.
"You had fun." Levy pouted, she knew it to be true. They all had fun in the tub, just like she used to with father.
Levy's teeth chattered as the coldness seeped into her bones.
Juvia quickly dressed her and called out to Gajeel, "Juvia is leaving now. Goodbye." She shut the door firmly behind her, leaving Levy with a sullen looking Lily. The cat flicked his tail and refused to look at her. She sat on the couch, her legs curled up and her arms wrapped around them. The too big clothes reminding her of the days when she would dress up in her fathers clothes.
Gajeel quietly joined her on the couch.
"You feel better?" He leaned foreword to reach for the remote.
"I'm sorry." She crashed into his side, her arms wrapping around him as the tears finally broke. She clung to him as if her life depended on it; he was her rock in a wild storm.
He stiffened with shock; he didn't know how to react.
She cried hysterically into his side, her arms shaking with the force she was using.
Gajeel felt something swell in his chest.
He turned within her grip and wrapped his arms around her. Her need striking him deeply. He held her close, her head resting on his shoulder and her tears staining the black v-neck he wore. Her clothes were far too big and nearly falling off, even with the belt holding up her pants.
He curled a hand around her neck, holding her close and yet not breaking her. He was surprised at that, maybe he could hold something without breaking it. She sobbed heavily, her tears refusing to cease in her madness.
"I want my dad." She cried out, her arms wrapping around his neck now. Her grip was nearly limp with her exhaustion. "Daddy did bad things, but I forgave him. I always forgave him like a good girl. I'm a good girl." He rocked her gently, Lily leaping off the couch to leave them alone.
"You're a good girl." These words seemed to calm her tears, making her manageable in many ways. She clung to him even as he stood up; he shifted her to his hip and easily carried her light frame to his bedroom. He set her on the edge and pried her hands off his clothes. "Stay here for a moment, I'll be right back." She nodded, understanding perfectly.
He ran into the other room and grabbed an extra blanket.
"I want you to lay down." He returned quickly. He wrapped the blanket around her; he was new to this and screwed it up. She giggled sadly and fixed the blankets to her liking.
He sat down on the opposite side.
"Relax and go to sleep. You're tired." He commanded, unused to the softer side he had discovered.
She nodded and began to easily drift off. Sometime after, he joined her.
His eyes opened quickly, his defensive strategies kicking in as slim arms wrapped around him. He looked down to see that Levy had moved up to be flush against his leg, her arms wrapping dangerously close to where his legs met his body. He gulped and tried to pry the clingy girl off, nothing.
He sighed and let his head fall against the headboard. He had fallen asleep sitting up.
His eyes opened even further as her hands moved up another inch. He clenched his teeth, nearly biting the tip of his tongue off in the process. "Fuck." He seethed out, he grew warmer.
'What the hell? WHY?' He internally screamed at his body, she acted like a child in a woman's body.
He could picture it, her soft skin under his mastered hands. Her supple curves being gripped harshly, leaving behind deep purple bruises that she loved. His teeth marking her neck and collarbone, his tongue working against her flavorful skin. Her own tiny hands reaching down to grip him.
He growled happily, drifting into the pleasant dream.
She gripped him just right, hard enough to border on pain but never crossing the line. He would lick her throat, mouthing her pulse point and nibbling it with his inhuman teeth.
Her gasps and moans all for him, her grip would loosen and he would pin her, all for his taking. His mouth trailing between the valley of her breasts, just the right size to fit in his hands. He always knew he was an ass man. He would continue on his way down, her scent filling his mind and blocking any external thoughts.
He would make her scream as he tore her in half. She would scream his name, and only his. She would plead and beg for it. She would grovel before him and he would gladly hand it to her for a price. His hands would own her, his mouth would tease her, and he would claim her as his and only his. She was under his control, and only his control.
He was the only who was allowed to damage her, the only one allowed to see her like this. She was his and only his, his possessiveness creeping into the back of his mind, claiming her became all he wanted.
Just as she began to lose control, her voice peaking in octaves he didn't know existed, her voice being needy and begging him as if her life depended on it; he was snapped out of it.
He looked down and slapped his face; she had rolled to be between his legs. Blood rushed out of his and into another. He took a deep breath and smashed his head against the headboard.
His fantasy slapping him in the face, the sounds of her moans still echoed in his ears, her screams begging him for more punishment that she deserved.
It was just captive and master anymore, it was an all-consuming emotion that claimed him with a full fury that he was happy to surrender to.
"Fuck."
Fuck all that Jose had said, he didn't give a damn about the ware between gangs anymore. This was his bitch, this was his captive, and this was his and only his. He didn't belong to her, she belonged to him. He sympathized with her, he knew the pain of a father who did bad things, he knew that even if you hated their guts for what they did, in the end all you could do is thank them for their time.
"Fucking Lima Syndrome." He would never release her, never. He may sympathize but never did he consider releasing her.
He pulled her up, grumbling in her sleep, to rest against his chest. His hands running through her hair, this hair belonged to him. His finger brushing her lips, those were his lips. His hands running down the sides of her body, his body. His hand tipped her chin up, his lips brushing against hers. This was her taste. He wanted to devour her, to consume her entirety and maker her and only his.
He gripped her tighter, her sleep continuing on as if nothing had happened. He smirked into her hair, letting himself drift into the fantasies to quench his thirst for her.
"A meal only gets better when you starve yourself."
Hehe, that last line is so true. It came on pretty quickly, this chapter I mean. It kinda struck me and I kept at it till the madness fully unwrapped itself. Give me feedback, Gajeel and Levy both want it just like I DO! Come on, I need reviews to live….. PLEASE!
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