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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fairy_Tail
  Relationship:
      Natsu_Dragneel/Laxus_Dreyar
  Character:
      Bickslow_(Fairy_Tail), Laxus_Dreyar, Freed_Justine, Gray_Fullbuster,
      Natsu_Dragneel, Lucy_Heartfilia
  Additional Tags:
      ghost_story, but_not_really, more_like_a_school_legend, Gaming, me_trying
      to_write_things_about_gaming, i_know_nothing_about_gaming, sorry_-
      Freeform, but_i_tried_really_hard_to_be_accurate, joystick, from_the_80s,
      Top!Laxus, bottom!Natsu, OCness, nerdy!Natsu, gamer!Natsu, jock!Laxus,
      Hyperdimension_Neptunia_Re;Birth_3, Crossdressing, School_Uniforms, Dirty
      Talk, Dirty_Thoughts, no_such_thing_as_ghosts
  Series:
      Part 5 of Mischief's_Fairy_Tail
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-01-24 Words: 4649
****** Gamer Boy ******
by MarinaCannonvale, ReindeerGamesofMischief
Summary
     There was no such thing as ghosts.
     "Yeah, is that so?" questioned Bickslow, pushing his hair back. "Then
     prove it. Stay late today. Prove it."
     -or-
     That time Bickslow dares Laxus to see if their school is haunted and
     ends up fucking Natsu.
Notes
     19 pages for this one-shot. Dear god…i think this may be the longest
     one yet!
     On another note, I cannot claim all of these ideas for the plot! I
     gotta give some props to MarinaCannonvale, which is why I made them
     co-author. Was there for every step of the way. Demanding
     spoilers…giving ideas.
     Disclaimer: I do not own Fairy Tail.
     ONE LAST THING. Sorry for the typos…and spelling errors. This was not
     beta'd.
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
They say you can see him after hours every weekday in in the Videogames Club
room, playing that perverted game filled with scantily clad women. No matter
what you do, he just keeps on playing. Sometimes he grins manically, other
times he's glaring and cursing under his breath. He wears the school uniform,
but...no one ever sees him enter the room or leave. Every school has their
myth, their ghost story. And at Fiore High School, the Gamer Boy was a story
that students tell each other if they ever get stuck late at school.
Naturally the students add their own comments to the story. One student claimed
that she was taken advantage of the lecherous ghost.
Another student claimed he was chased through the whole school.
Another mentioned that their food was taken away that they saved for after
baseball practice. No doubt to be used deviously!
Laxus rolled his eyes at the last comment he heard in passing. Kami-sama there
were idiots in his school. There was no such thing as ghosts.
"Yeah, is that so?" questioned Bickslow, pushing his hair back. "Then prove it.
Stay late today. Prove it."
Laxus looked at his fellow teammate unimpressed. Together they played soccer
for their school. Laxus was team captain and a striker. Bickslow was a
defender, but could also play goalie if need be.
Laxus turned back to his phone so he can finish his message.
"What? You too chicken?"
"Please," snorted Laxus stretching his legs out under his desk and hitting
send. They were in the classroom between classes at the moment, which was why
Bickslow could even stop by and speak. He was in another class. Thankfully
Laxus sat next to the windows that led out to the hallway. "We stay late for
practice all the time, but we've never seen this 'Gamer Boy'."
"That's because the soccer field is on the other side of the school," replied
Freed from the seat in front of Laxus. Freed was a childhood friend of Laxus,
and a member of the kendo club and debate team. Both groups that have a
clubroom near the Video Game room.
Laxus and Bickslow both stared at their longhaired friend. "Are you
saying...you've seen the Gamer Boy?"
Freed stared back, but then nodded. "Yes."
Bickslow shot Laxus a triumphant grin.
Laxus rolled his eyes feeling his phone vibrate in his pocket again. "Fine.
I'll stay after today. Just to prove to you that it's not a ghost."
"Great!" cheered Bickslow. Behind him someone bumped into him. "What the hell!"
"Oh sorry about," chuckled a good-natured voice. "My asshole of a friend shoved
me."
"You tripped, you pervert," grumbled another voice. A voice that had Laxus
looking pass the dark-haired kid with his shirt open and his tie missing, and
saw a pinkette with glasses. Laxus knew this particular second year. He's been
watching him since the kid started the year previously at Fiore High. Despite
his pink hair and out-going personality, the kid was a nerd. He wore thick-
rimmed glasses and spoke about mangas, games, and other nerdy things whenever
possible. Laxus hasn't seen the kid get bullied.
Not that he cared particularly.
He just interested Laxus in someway.
And maybe the blonde just wanted to bend the kid over and fuck him senseless.
The pinkette was the only second year he's bothered to remember the name of.
Natsu Dragneel.
"Would you two stop playing with the Third Years and hurry up!" shouted their
blonde friend from down the hall, waving. "We're gonna be late!"
Natsu rolled his eyes, but threw a tie at his friend before walking off toward
the curvy blonde. "Let's go Ice-Prick."
The dark-haired kid apologized to Bickslow again before stomping after his
friend with curses. Laxus mentally laughed, but kept his face expressionless.
It was Friday, one of the only days the soccer team didn't have practice after
school. Laxus decided that he’d stay in his classroom finishing up the rest of
his homework before he would look around the school and prove Bickslow wrong.
The Gamer Boy didn't show up until early evening anyways.
He pulled out his phone, smirking at the response that was sent to him.
-Laxus/Natsu-
God I want you so bad.
Natsu blushed as he sent the message through the chat window he left open
alongside his game. A while ago while he was perusing some of the forums he’s
part of, he came across this other user who didn’t know shit about
Hyperdimension Neptunia. A total noob, but…for some reason he, Natsu knows he’s
a he, started talking to Natsu. And not just any normal kind of talking, but
dirty naughty whisperings that leave Natsu blushing and half hard for the rest
of the day.
Natsu paused the game he was playing when he heard his stomach growl. He looked
around for his bag, remembering the snack he packed for this very moment.
"Crap," he mumbled getting up. He left his school bag in the classroom. Better
make this quick. He had Arfoire to defeat so that he can advance in the story.
The fucker was going down, he grinned. It was then when his stomach decided to
speak up again. He rolled his eyes and made his way to his classroom. Arfoire
can wait five minutes.
He slid the door open and made his way to his classroom on the second floor.
-Laxus/Natsu-
His phone vibrated.
Laxus had finished his homework not too long ago and was wondering the school,
completely bored. He had to agree to this stupid thing. It's like Bickslow just
knew what to say in the right tone to taunt him into doing this. When he saw
the other teen tomorrow he was going to shove him in the trashcan with his
stupid ideas.
He pulled out his phone and read the message.
"There's no such thing as ghosts," he stated as he responded. He walked down
the stairs to reach the first floor. He was putting his phone away again when
he saw something.
Up ahead he saw a shadow shift.
"What the hell?"
He squinted his eyes, hoping that maybe enough of the light outside the
building would help him see what just moved. After a few seconds, he heard one
of the room doors slide shut.
Someone was definitely there.
He systematically began looking through the rooms further down the hallway that
had been out of his range. The first two rooms turned up nothing. The next door
(also the last one of the bunch) he reached, he hesitated when he saw the sign
hanging on the door. It read: "Videogame Club".
Laxus rolled his eyes. It would be just like Bickslow to sneak around and try
to freak Laxus out. Freed would tag on just so he could avoid his home life,
but wouldn't stop Bickslow either.
"Bickslow, Freed, if you two assholes are in here..." his threat tapered off as
he saw the room was completely empty. There was a large table in the middle of
the room with some chairs situated around it. Posters of various games, some he
recognized, others he didn't, hanging on the wall. There was a small TV sitting
at the end of a table with a console hooked up to it. On the side of the room
there were two computers powered down.
There was no one in there.
"What the hell?"
There was no such things as ghosts. There wasn't. There has to be a rational
explanation...right?
He definitely saw something earlier, and there wasn't anything in the other
rooms, so logically whatever he saw, had to be in here. But where was it?
Laxus turned around and was about to leave when he heard a noise as if
something fell down. He looked over his shoulder and in the direction he heard
the noise. There wasn't anything on the floor.
He stepped closer.
This time he heard a curse.
Laxus' eyes caught the sight of another door inside the club room. On the door
there was a sign hanging off of a nail. It read: President. So the Videogame
Club had a separate room for the president? He could barely see the outline of
the door with flickering lights.
Is the myth of the Gamer Boy true?
Laxus quietly slid the door open. What he saw inside made his eyes widen. There
was definitely no ghost in the room. There were multiple monitors displaying
the same game into one large image of a half-naked woman in what appeared to be
some sort of battle suit fighting another woman in a different style suit but
just as scantily clad. The monitors were the only thing that lit the room.
Laxus' eyes drifted to under the desk the keyboard and mouse were sitting to
see another student crawling backwards out.
"You just had to fall didn't you?" huffed the student, finally sitting up.
Laxus knew that voice. He knew that hair!
And for some strange reason his dick twitched when he saw the joystick in
Natsu's hand, a red bulb on the top of a decent sized stick held tenderly in
tan hands.
Laxus hissed at the thought of teasing Natsu with the game controller.
Natsu jumped at the sudden noise, his glasses sliding down his nose. He spun
around and stared at Laxus.
"W-What are you doing here?" he asked, fixing his glasses back into place.
Laxus blinked remembering that he had a bit of a reputation as the Soccer
Captain who could care less about games. Honestly he didn't really have an
opinion on videogames. He was more focused on soccer and school. And Natsu. He
was very focused on the pink gaming nerd. From his smile to the way his school
uniform molded to his body to the way his glasses rested on his nose.
"Are you always in here this late?" he asked the younger teen. Laxus looked at
the screens again. "Playing?"
Natsu looked at the screen, blushing when he realized where he paused the game.
"U-Uh...yeah. I just kinda...lose track of time."
Laxus nodded, satisfied. He'll be happy to report to Bickslow that there was no
such thing as ghosts. "What are you even playing?" Laxus stepped into the room
and let the door close behind him.
"Hyperdimension Neptunia Re;birth 3: V Generation. It's a roleplaying game that
was released in 2012. It's the third installment in it's franchise, but this
version for the computer didn't come until 2015. It's really a remake of the
2012 game. There are more characters available in the PC version. So anyways,
because the girls got lazy during a moment of peace, they get sent to punish
this anti-CPU activisit, but he has this power that sends Neptune to another
dimension where she's in the 80s at the start of the whole Console War, which
was the plot of the first game. She's lost her powers but-
Laxus covered Natsu's mouth as the rambling just kept going and wouldn't stop.
Natsu kept talking for a few seconds until he realized that his mouth was
covered by the Third Year's hand. Natsu snapped out of his gaming bubbled and
chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. He pulled Laxus'
hand off of his mouth. "Sorry...I started rambling there."
"It's cute."
Natsu blinked. "What?"
Laxus shrugged and grabbed the joystick that Natsu had placed on the table.
"This is a bit old school isn't it?"
"Well yeah. Ironically enough, it was made in...the....80s." Natsu trailed off
staring at Laxus as he held the console. Natsu was not shy to sex in the
virtual world. Big breasts, tight and revealing clothes, and suggestive speech
just part of his every day gaming experience. However...when Natsu came back to
reality his thoughts ran a little different. Particularly in the broad
shoulder, blonde haired, and athletic type. And his filthy mind had him
thinking of Laxus using that joystick and-
"You okay, kid?"
Natsu's eyes shot up to Laxus' confused face. "F-Fine!"
"You sure? Your face is really red." Laxus leaned in closer, almost putting
them nose to nose, but not touching.
"Totally fine!" yelped Natsu, but his eyes couldn't help but look at the
joystick again. Dear kami-sama, he's going to hell for this.
Laxus stared at him for a good minute. Natsu shifted, looking at anything that
wasn't the third year and his smoldering gaze. Why did the blonde have to be so
close to his face? Couldn't he just back up and leave the appropriate amount of
space between them?
"Natsu."
"What?" answered Natsu automatically. He was looking at his fidgeting fingers
when he realized Laxus said his name. "Wait...how do you know my name?"
Laxus shrugged pulling back, nodding at the screens. "So you like big breasted
girls?"
"Uh...no." Natsu's eyes looking Laxus up and down. He couldn't help it, okay!
Natsu blushed when Laxus raised an eyebrow. "You don't like big boobs? Or you
don't like girls?"
"Uh, both?"
Laxus snorted. "Are you asking me?"
"No?"
Laxus laughed, putting the joystick down. Natsu huffed, crossing his arms.
Laxus was in his space again, leaning in not as close as before, but Natsu
could smell the faint traces of the athlete's cologne. "So you like guys?"
Natsu didn't answer right away. Should he admit it? And if he did, should he
then tell Laxus about his true feelings? "Uhhhh."
Laxus leaned closer seeing Natsu’s eyes up close for the first time (even
though Natsu still wore his glasses), their noses barely brushing against each
other. "Yes?"
Natsu hesitated, but then nodded his head slowly. Laxus grinned, putting a hand
on the table behind Natsu and leaning in closer. Natsu could hear his heart
beating in his ears as Laxus got closer and closer. Was...Was Laxus going to
kiss him?
"That's very brave to admit," Laxus stated pulling away and heading to the
door. He was waving goodbye over his shoulder. "Make sure that you get home,
Natsu."
Natsu gaped after the blonde. Did that asshole just...
He reached back and grabbed whatever his hand could reach, the joystick
apparently, and threw it after the third year. "Asshole!"
"Ow! Fuck!" shouted Laxus, grabbing his shoulder where the console had hit him.
It didn't bounce off harmlessly, oh no. The blonde was sure he'll find a bruise
later. "The hell was that for, brat?"
"You can't just tease me like that, you asshole!" accused Natsu stomping up to
Laxus. Natsu was shorter than Laxus, barely reaching the bridge of his nose.
"What's the matter with you?"
Natsu growled, grabbing the front of Laxus' jacket and pulled him back into the
room slamming the door shut. "What's the matter with me? What's the matter with
you! You lean all close, getting in my space, speaking all sexy-like, our noses
were fucking touching! And let's not forget how you just kept staring at me!
An-"
Laxus grabbed the front of Natsu's shirt, his jacket discarded on the back of
the desk chair, and pulled the second year into a searing kiss. Natsu froze,
his hands falling from Laxus' shirt as the blonde kissed him. When Laxus pulled
away, he gave Natsu's lips one last lick. "Better?"
"No," Natsu dared to whisper.
"No?"
"No."
Laxus pushed Natsu against the wall, slotting his leg between Natsu's thighs
and holding Natsu's hands over his head. Laxus took Natsu's lips again,
plundering his lips. Natsu felt as if he was the only reason that Laxus could
live based on the intensity of the kiss. At least this time, Natsu was able to
kiss back even though it was sloppily. He tried his best to keep up, but Laxus
simply dominated the kiss.
"M...More," begged Natsu as he tugged on his arms to get them free. He wanted
to touch Laxus, but Laxus' grip would not loosen. Instead, Laxus held both of
Natsu's hands in place as his other hand unbuttoned Natsu's shirt and then
slipping underneath to touch soft healthy skin. Natsu whimpered when nails
scrapped over one of his nipples.
“Sensitive, are you?”
Normally he wasn’t, but he’s been messaging his admirer all day and that left
him a bit weak in the knees and sensitive to the touch. But there was no way he
was telling Laxus that! Especially not now!
“Y-Yeah.”
“Good,” purred Laxus pinching Natsu’s nipple and tugging it slightly.
“Mmghn!” groaned Natsu, arching his back. His glasses almost fell off, but
somehow they stayed on.
“You know what?” asked Laxus, pulling Natsu away from the door. He spun the
gamer around forcing Natsu to face all the monitors. “It would be pretty sexy
to see you in one of those outfits the girls in this game are in.”
Natsu’s face went completely red as Laxus purred in his ear; one hand slipping
into his pants while the other fondled his nipples. “I-”
Laxus hummed, licking the top of his ear. “You?”
“I own one…an outfit th-that is!” Natsu shouted the end at the sudden thrust
Laxus gave to his backside. He could feel Laxus’ erection pressing against him.
“Which one?”
Natsu shakily pointed up to the screen where one of the goddess stood in a
white body suit that fit tightly to her body and left nothing to the
imagination.
“Oh you naughty brat,” growled Laxus at the thought, tilting Natsu’s head back
and kissing him passionately. When Laxus pulled away he couldn’t help it
anymore. He had to sink himself in to the second year or he would go crazy from
apprehension. “Tell me you have a picture.”
Laxus had to step away from Natsu in order for the younger teen to catch his
breath and function enough to pull up the picture on the monitor from his
cloud.
“Fucking A,” cursed Laxus attacking Natsu with new fervor. He had just been
playing about the cross dressing, but now that he saw Natsu dressed like that?
He’s going to have to get the teen to cross-dress more often. Maybe he’ll be
agreeable to the girls’ school uniform?
Laxus made quick work of Natsu’s pants and underwear. Natsu grabbed Laxus’ hand
before he could do much else.
“L-Lube.”
“Right,” agreed Laxus, looking around the room for anything that could be used.
“Where?”
“Bag.”
“Don’t move.”
Laxus walked over to Natsu’s bag by the door and under Natsu’s instruction
found the lube fairly quickly. Before he stood up to get back to Natsu, he saw
the joystick from before. It must’ve fallen next to the bag when it bounced off
of him earlier. He grabbed the joystick and brought it over to the desk that
Natsu was bent over waiting for him.
The second year hadn’t moved an inch.
“One finger at a time,” demanded Natsu, a glare over his shoulder.
Laxus scoffed, but nodded. “What? This your first time?”
“No!”
“Like that sounded believable.”
“It’s not my first time,” started Natsu strongly, but mumbled the rest of the
sentence that Laxus didn’t hear a word of it. His glasses glazed over from the
glow of the monitors.
“Speak up brat,” demanded Laxus pushing his forefinger past Natsu’s pink ring.
“It’s not my first time…putting something in,” panted Natsu, ducking his head
between his arms as Laxus quickly noticed that Natsu was a bit more stretched
out than he expected. He truly had thought Natsu was a virgin, but now… “But…it
is my first time having sex with someone.”
Laxus’ eyebrows shot up. So Natsu was a virgin, he’s just played with himself
then. The blonde grinned. “You have such a greedy hole. You must have trained
it to take in a lot of big things.”
“Not…really…” protested Natsu as he pushed his hips back to meet the three
fingers Laxus had working in him.
“I beg to differ. What do you use?” asked Laxus but he didn’t wait for an
answer. “A dildo? Butt plugs?” He curled his fingers, seeking the small part of
Natsu that would have the gamer react how he wanted. “No? Maybe something more
outside of the box?” Natsu gasped and squirmed. Laxus grabbed Natsu’s waist
with his free hand to hold the pinkette’s hips still. Natsu’s dick was left
neglected and leaking pre-cum between his shaking thighs. “A cucumber? A wine
bottle?”
Natsu shook his head, his mouth too busy trying to catch the fleeting air that
it can. The mix of Laxus’ fingers and voice was really doing a number on him.
“No, a gamer like you would do something more original, wouldn’t you?” Laxus
hummed, his eyes landing on the joystick. He grinned. “A joystick maybe?”
Natsu shouted as Laxus finally found the spot in him that had his toys curl and
orgasm from the sudden extreme amount of pleasure.
While Natsu was coming down from his high, Laxus was shuffling behind him. Was
he finally going to have sex? And with Laxus Dr-
“Fuck!”
“Don’t hold back Natsu,” purred Laxus, pushing the joystick further in. “Let me
hear you getting off from this. Don’t be shy.”
Natsu bit his lip, too embarrassed about the situation. Laxus stopped moving
the joystick, and leaned over Natsu. He grabbed Natsu’s chin and forced Natsu
too look at him. “Open your eyes Natsu. Look at me.”
“No,” he mumbled even though he was shifting his hips a bit to continue feeling
the joystick. Laxus mentally sighed. There was only way to get through such a
stubborn head.
Laxus pushed the joystick all the way in, then turned Natsu all the way around
so they were facing each other. Natsu was so surprised that his eyes were wide
and his body was easily moveable as he lifted Natsu to sit on the desk
(keyboard and mouse shoved far out of the way). He leaned in close.
“L-Laxus?”
He didn’t answer.
No.
Instead Laxus pulled Natsu’s bruised bottom lip into his mouth and sucked on
it. He then licked his way into Natsu’s willing mouth. He barely gave Natsu the
chance to adjust before stealing his breath away again and again. Laxus
dominated Natsu’s mouth with ease.
Roughly a minute later, Laxus calmed down and let Natsu set the pace of the
kiss. He felt Natsu’s hands curl into his shirt and pull him closer so he was
pressing against the table between Natsu’s legs. Laxus practically purred,
dropping his hand to grope Natsu’s behind.
When they pulled away, they touched foreheads and were breathing each other’s
air. Laxus really wanted to remove Natsu’s glasses, but he also liked them.
A lot.
“Say it,” whispered Laxus.
“Say what?”
Laxus tapped his fingers that were on Natsu’s left butt cheek. “You know what.”
Natsu darted his eyes away, but looked back just as quickly, meeting Laxus’
eyes. “I sometimes use a joystick to get off. Other times my fingers. I’ve used
dildos, but they’re not as good as the joystick. What about you? Can you please
me as good as this joystick, La~xus-sen~pai?”
Laxus’ eyes narrowed at the taunting.
“Are you challenging me brat?”
Natsu winked, pushing Laxus back and hopping off the desk. It was a good thing
the monitors were secured to the wall or they would’ve tipped over to the
ground and that would’ve been difficult to explain to the school. Natsu bent
over the desk, reaching back to grab the base of the joystick. He started
moving it to the rhythm in his head and he did not hold back his moans.
“Fucking tease,” hissed Laxus unzipping his pants and pulling out his erection.
It was throbbing with need. It was throbbing with release.
Laxus’ eyes caught the sight of a small chat window open on one of the monitors
on the side blinking.
He had a challenge to meet apparently.
He looked away from the chat window and back to the moaning body before him.
Laxus smacked Natsu’s hands away. “Already brat. Fine.” He pulled the joystick
out, smothering Natsu’s whimpering with one final kiss. “You better hold on to
the desk.”
That was the only warning Natsu got before Laxus was pushing in. The joystick
was just a little bit wider than Laxus, which allowed for an easy entrance. But
Natsu quickly noticed was that unlike the joystick, Laxus was that girth from
top to bottom while the joystick only had the rounded top and a slim shaft.
“Don’t hold back,” gasped Natsu looking over his shoulder, the glasses not
hindering the effect of Natsu’s begging eyes. He didn’t want kiddie gloves. He
wanted the real thing.
He wanted Laxus.
“Wasn’t going to.”
Laxus pulled out, and slammed back in having them both moan in pleasure.
-Laxus/Natsu-
Bickslow stared at Laxus.
Laxus ignored Bickslow as he read the message on his phone.
Freed read his book at his seat.
“So?”
“There’s no such things as ghost,” replied Laxus glaring at his phone. That was
not the message he wanted to read. “Now lay off.”
Bickslow held his hands up in surrender and stepped away from the window.
“Right right. I’ll just..go to class?”
Freed chuckled, looking up. “Are you asking us?”
Bickslow shifted down to the window at Freed’s desk and leaned in close.
“Freed…do you think that Laxus is a bit…tense?”
“He shouldn’t be. He was laughing this morning,” commented Freed but turned
around to look at their blonde friend. He raised an eyebrow when he saw Laxus
angrily typing on his phone. “That’s odd.”
“Right?”
They continued to watch their friend who was too angry at his conversation to
notice them. Their eyes widened when Laxus suddenly stood up and grabbed
another student passing by on the back of their jacket.
“Ow! What the fuck? Let me- oh.”
They recognized the student from the day before. He was the second year whose
friend bumped into Bickslow.
“Yeah ‘oh’,” growled Laxus before putting his phone in front of the kid’s face.
“What the hell is this?”
“A phone?”
“No you dumbass. What you wrote.”
The pinkette frowned. “I didn’t send you anything, Laxus.”
“Just read it, Natsu.”
Since when was Laxus on a first name basis with a second year? And exchanging
messages?
Natsu read the message frowning, but a few seconds later blushing and staring
at Laxus from behind his glasses. “I-It’s you?!”
Laxus scoffed. “Of course it is.”
“B-But!”
Laxus took his phone back. “No buts kid. I expect you to respond next time. You
got me?”
Natsu nodded speechlessly. Laxus grinned.
“Good.”
And that’s when Bickslow and Freed really didn’t know what was going on
anymore. Laxus’ hand let go of Natsu’s jacket and curled around his waist
pulling the kid against the wall and Laxus. The blonde then leaned down and
stole a kiss. It was a chaste one, but when he pulled back, licked his lips and
winked, they knew Laxus had more in store.
“O-Oi,” mumbled the second year in protest, but not pulling away. “I need to
get to class.”
Laxus sighed, letting go after stealing another kiss. Though could be
considered ‘stealing’ when Natsu basically was offering his lips as sacrifice?
“See ya later, Gamer Boy.”
Bickslow gaped as Natsu hurried away as the warning bell started ringing.
“Are you shitting me? He’s the ghost?” He turned to Freed. "You said you've
seen him. Well?"
Laxus sat down, looking at his friend unimpressed. “I told you. There’s no such
thing as ghosts. No leave or you’re going to be marked late.”
Bickslow cursed running off to his class down the hall.
Freed closed his book and put it away in his bag, getting ready for class.
Laxus sent one last message to Natsu before putting his phone away until lunch.
I want you in front of me, naked. Where should I touch you first?
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