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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Fairy_Tail
  Relationship:
      Natsu_Dragneel/Gray_Fullbuster
  Character:
      Natu_Dragneel, Gray_Fullbuster, Makarov_Dreyar, Freed_Justine, Porlyusica
      (Fairy_Tail), Gildarts_Clive, Wakaba_Mine, Macao_Conbolt, Mirajane
      Strauss
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Medieval, Sexual_Fantasy, Explicit_Sexual_Content,
      Explicit_Language, Anal_Sex, Rough_Sex, Oral_Sex, top!Gray, bottom!Natsu,
      Porn_With_Plot, Dream_Sex, Wet_Dream
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      Published: 2016-01-04 Updated: 2016-01-09 Chapters: 2/? Words: 6997
****** Love you to Death ******
by VermillionGirl17
Summary
     Natsu Dragion comes to the Fairy Tail Kingdom for unknown reason,
     instantly becoming Prince Gray Fullbuster's servant. Gray,
     surprisingly being attracted to the pink haired boy, and Natsu become
     lovers in secret. But when King Igneel Dragneel from an unknown
     Kingdom sends a servant to find his lost son Prince Natsu Dragneel
     Natsu is forced to flee and Gray, who loves him too much, and Happy,
     Natsu's best friend who was sent to find him, come with him.
***** The Fairy Tail Kingdom *****
Natsu's POV
I stumbled through the town of Magnolia in the Fairy Tail Kingdom, my clothes
ripped and my face covered in dirt. The wound on my abdomen was throbbing and I
could smell a trail of blood behind me. I was panting heavily and my vision was
getting blurry. And on top of that I was starving, and me being hungry was
never a good thing. But no matter how much I felt like shit I kept going,
clutching my wound with my blood-soaked hand.  
"Urg, and I had to come here by train," I mumbled. I suffered from sever motion
sickness and I hated transportation but unfortunately where I come from was too
far away for me to walk.
Finally everything that I mentioned above finally caught up to me and I
collapsed in the middle of the market place, the villagers not giving me a
second glance as they walked by. It seemed that it wasn't uncommon for a
heavily wounded person to collapse in the middle of the marketplace.
"Hey kid, you OK?" a deep voice asks followed by someone shaking my shoulder,
non-too gently either.
"I'm OK," I muttered, my eyelids feeling very heavy all of a sudden. "I'm going
to be alri' ..." I was more telling myself this than the guy who was talking to
me.
I felt the guy roll me over onto my back and haul me up into his arms. I found
myself staring up at a guy with shoulder-length orange hair and a stubbly
beard. He was wearing a long, black, high-collared and tattered cloak with
shoulder plates.
"My name's Gildarts," the man says. "I'm one of King Makarov's shields."
"Don' know wha' you're talking abou'," I muttered, fighting the urge to fall
asleep. Gildarts looked down at me in confusion before he realised that I
mustn't be from here.
"Oh, well there are people that are responsible for protecting King Makarov
(even though he's probably stronger than the rest of us put together),"
Gildarts explained, seeking to get off track for some reason. "They are myself,
a guy named Mystogun who never shows his face, the King's grandson Laxus
Dreyar, the barmaid Mirajane Strauss and a very skilled knight named Erza
Scarlet. We're also known as S-Class knights, and Laxus happens to be the
prince."
"Hmm ... where exactly are you taking me?" I asked.
"To the castle to get you some medical attention of course," Gildarts said as
if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "Our healer, Porlyusica, is a
really grouchy old lady by the way so don't mind her if she threatens us with a
broom while yelling at us to leave and calls us smelly humans."
I gulped as Gildarts lifted his foot and pushed open the wrought iron gates in
front of the castle (breaking them off their hinges too) and stepped into the
courtyard. Two knights were sitting at a table, drinking, smoking and playing
cards. They looked over at Gildarts with looks of annoyance clear on both their
faces.
"Hey Gildarts, we only just put that gate back in," the knight with a funny
hairdo and a pipe in his mouth sighs.
"Couldn't you have pushed the gate open with your hand gently?" the other
knight also sighs.
"Sorry Wakaba, Macao, but I have to get to Porlyusica right away," Gildarts
says. That was when the two knights Wakaba and Macao noticed me.
"Hey, who's this kid?" Wakaba asks, peering hard at me.
"I found him lying in the middle of the Magnolia marketplace," Gildarts
explains, walking towards the front doors of the castle. "He was badly wounded
and it looks like its becoming infected."
"I just hope Porlyusica is in a good mood," Macao mutters.
Gildarts walked through a hallway with lots of pictures of former kings and
queens, the biggest being a picture of a woman with long blonde hair that
reached to her ankles in waves with what look like angel wings in it, jade
green eyes and wearing an old fashioned pink dress.
"That's the first Queen Mavis Vermillion," Gildarts explained, noticing me
staring at the picture. "She was the one who originally founded Fairy Tail
Kingdom."
Gildarts comes up to a door and kicks it open with his foot and like with the
gate it flew off its hinges and crashed into the opposite wall. The smell of
herbs and brewing potions hit my sensitive nose like a tital wave, causing me
to gag heavily. An old woman with pink hair and wearing a red cloak that was
standing by a brewing pot looked over with a scowl on her face.
"Why am I not surprised that is was you who kicked my door off its hinges," the
woman who I guessed was Porlyusica grunts as Gildarts placed me on a bed.
"You know me too well Porly," Gildarts laughs, stepping away from the bed and
turned to the scowling woman, who was holding a broom that I hadn't noticed
before.
"DON'T CALL ME PORLY GILDARTS CLIVE!" she yelled, bringing the broom down on
Gildarts hard, causing Gildarts to wince in pain. "AND GET OUT! YOU STINK!"
"Geez, I came here because I found this kid who looks like he has an infected
wound," Guildarts says, throwing his arms up in the air and turning towards the
doorless door. "Well, have a nice day."
Gildarts left, leaving me with the scary woman.
"That's why I hate Crash Wizards so much," Porlyusica mutters, walking over to
me. "What's your name boy?"
"Natsu," I answered.
"Surname?"
"Dragion."
Porlyusica bent down and expected the wound on my abdomen, a frown line
appearing between her eyebrows. She straightened up and walked over to a glass
cabinet with many different coloured vials of potion in it and scanned them,
looking for the right one. Finally she picked up a vial with a cloudy purple
potion in it and walked over to me, a gauze in her other hand.
"How did you get this wound Mr Dragion?" Porlyusica asks, taking my waistcoat
off and pouring some of the potion onto my wound. I hissed in pain as the
potion burnt me like no fire ever could, the reddness and the puss that was
almost leaking out disappearing as the potion did it's work, however the wound
was not healed fully. Porlyusica cleaned it and put the gauze over the wound
and wrapping a bandage around my torso.
"I was running from some guards and they stabbed me with a spear," I admited,
breathing heavily as I put my waistcoat back on. "What the hell was that
stuff?"
"It's a potion that disinfects any wound even if it was already infected,"
Porlyusica explains. "You're not from Fairy Tail, are you?" I shook my head no.
"What are you doing here then?"
"I can't tell you that," I sighed, turning my head away from her. I heard
Porlyusica sigh in annoyance.
"I'm going to go fetch King Makarov, let him deal with you," she sighed,
leaving me alone for a few minutes before she returned. I didn't look over but
I could smell a new person with her that I guessed was the King.
"What is your name child?" the King asks, pulling my face to look at him. I was
surprised to see that he was a small old man wearing something a jester would
wear.
"Natsu," I answered. "My name's Natsu Dragion your majesty."
"Where did you come from Natsu?" King Makarov asked. I frowned and looked away.
"I came from nowhere your majesty," I answered simply. "I don't ever want to go
back there."
"Hmm, you can't exactly go back to nowhere," the King says, a hint of teasing
in his voice. I looked over to King Makarov and saw he had a pensive look on
his face. "Alright, you will stay here but you will become a servant of one of
the princes or princesses here."
I raised my eyebrows in surprise. "How many princes and princesses are here?"
"There's about eight princes and princesses here," King Makarov says. And
seeing my look he says, "they're not my actual children, I adopted them after
destruction came upon their Kingdoms. They are Princess Lucy Heartfilia from
the Celestial Kingdom; Princess Cana Alberona from the Card Magic Kingdom; the
married couple Princess Bisca and Prince Alzack Connell of the Guns Magic
Kingdom; the siblings Prince Elfman and Princess Mirajane and Lissana Strauss
from the Take-Over Kingdom; and Prince Gray Fullbuster of the Ice Kingdom. Oh,
I forgot to ask, what kind of magic do you use Natsu?"
"I use fire magic," I answered. I didn't exactly want to tell him that I was a
Dragon Slayer incase he recognised it.
"A fire wizard huh? Knight Macao is a fire wizard too an I'm pretty sure his
son Romeo would become one. Maybe you can get to know each other well," King
Makarov laughs. He was actually quite friendly I noticed, not like other kings
I know of. "Porlyusica, is he alright to leave?"
"I don't see why not, his fever's down," Porlyusica says, placing her hand on
my head. She grabs her broom and starts waving it at King Makarov and I
threateningly. "Now get out of here! I hate smelly humans!"
We quickly got out of the infirmary and Porlyusica closed the door behind her
with a loud clank (wait, when had she replaced the door?) and I looked over at
the king and asked, "she's human and yet she hates her own kind?"
"Don't ask me about her my boy, I've stopped trying to understand her," King
Makarov sighs. "Follow me to the dining hall so you can get your Fairy Tail
insignia. Oh, don't be surprised if there's a brawl going on in there: that's
normal."
The kingdom I came from didn't have insignias so I've never had one before. I
followed King Makarov down some narrowing halls with many knights standing
against the walls, some taking their jobs seriously and others goofing off, and
into a room that had lots of tables and chairs that were occupied by knights
off duty and some I guessed were the princes and princesses. And like King
Makarov had said there was a brawl going on. Some knights were fighting each
other with magic and there were tables and chairs flying around in the air. I
love this place already!
"Hey Mira!" King Makarov yelled, leading me to the bar. A kind-looking woman
with long white hair with the top part done up in a ponytail and wearing a red
dress walked out of the kitchen, holding a tray in the palm of her hand. "This
boy's name is Natsu Dragion, he's going to become a servant here at Fairy Tail.
Can you give him his insignia please."
"Of course your highness," Mirajane says sweetly, disappearing into the kitchen
and coming back with a stamp in her hand. "What colour would you like and
where?"
"Red and on my right shoulder," I answered. Mira pressed the stamp against my
right shoulder, the stamp feeling cold against my skin, and stepped back,
letting me admire the insignia. She tilted her head to the side and looked over
at King Makarov.
"So, who's servant is he going to be?" she asked.
"Hmm, nearly everyone here has their own personal servant," King Makarov
murmurs, scanning the princes and princesses. "Ah, Gray's the only one without
a personal servant - he normally uses the other's. Natsu, you will be the
personal servant of Prince Gray Fullbuster of the Ice Kingdom! Haha, fire and
ice, what a magnificent combination!"
"What?!" I asked, my mouth dropping open. Where I come from all the fire and
ice wizards hate each other! Even though I've never seen one before I knew that
I wouldn't like him. It was in my blood.
Mira led me over to a guy wearing only his boxers who was drinking from a mug,
beer from the smell of it. I had to admit he looked sexy with his hot body, his
well-toned abs and his blue-black hair.
"Gray, this is Natsu Dragion," Mira says, catching the guy's attention. "He's
your new servant!"
"Really?" Gray asked, downing his beer. "In that case can you get me another
beer."
I muttered something under my breath that would have gotten me punished if Gray
had heard me. However since Gray was the prince and I was the servant I had no
choice but to get him his beer. I turned towards the kitchen.
"I'll show you where the beer is," Mira says, taking Gray's mug and leading me
to the kitchen.
Gray's POV
I watched my new servant walk away with Mira to the kitchens, admiring his ass.
The urge to push him against the fridge and fuck that ass until he couldn't sit
without feeling the burn washed over me and I felt myself get hard as I
imagined his sexy cries of pleasure and pain as I thrusted my cock into him.
"Hey Gray," Cana says from sitting on top of the table beside mine, a large
barrel of alcohol in her lap, breaking me out of my sexual fantasy. "Where're
your clothes?"
I looked down and realised that I had stripped yet again.
"Shit!" I cursed, looking around for my missing clothes. Cana chuckled and I
looked over at her in annoyance. "What?"
"You have a little ... ahem ... problem," Cana sniggered, pointing her chin at
the tent in my boxers before taking a slug out of the barrel. "Maybe you should
go and fix that up. Maybe your new servant can help you with that." Cana
winked, scaring the crap out of me. Did she read my perverted mind or did she
see something in those cards of hers? Damn Card Magic Wizards and their ability
to see into the future.
"Here's your beer your highness," Natsu's voice breaks me out of my thoughts, a
mug of beer being placed in front of me. "And I found some clothes on the
ground and guessed they were yours."
Natsu dropped a wade of material into my lap, thankfully not noticing my hard-
on.
"Thanks," I muttered, quickly pulling my clothes on.
"You don't have to thank me, I am the servant," Natsu muttered. I blinked at
the other boy, noting the look on his face. It was a mixture of sadness, anger
and relief. I frowned, trying to place why he would be feeling all these
things. 
"So, where exactly did you come from?" I asked, hoping to change the subject
and also hoping to get some information out of Natsu. It turned out to be a bad
move because Natsu's face paled and his eyes turned sad. So whatever it was
must be a bad thing. 
"No where that's important to you," he says sadly, shuffling from foot to foot.
"Is there anything else you want your highness?"
"Don't call me 'your highness' for one," I say. "I'm like Gramps, I don't like
those names like 'your highness' and 'your majesty'. Call me anything you want,
except for 'Ice Boy', 'Elsa' and 'Gray-Sama.'"
Thankfully Natsu didn't ask why.
"I'll call you Ice Princess, Ice prick, Ice Brain, Perverted Popsicle and Ice
Breath," Natsu says, grinning widely in mischief. Thankfully his troubled
expression was gone. I narrowed my eyes, noticing that his canine teeth were
abnormally sharp, like fangs. I wonder if he was born like that or something
happened to him.
"Alright then I'll call you Fire Princess, Fire prick, Flame Brain, Ash-for-
Brains and Flame Breath."
"How did you know I'm a Fire Wizard?" Natsu asked, shocked.
"I heard you and Gramps talking," I shrugged, taking a sip of beer. Hopefully
Natsu wouldn't accuse me of being a stalker. I didn't want to be anything like
Princess Juvia Lockster of the Rain Kingdom who is always watching me from
behind a pillar or following me around. People don't think I notice her
stalking me but I do and it always creeps me out. She's also the reason I don't
like being called 'Gray-Sama'. "So, what kind of Fire Magic do you use?"
"What type?" Natsu asked.
"You know, like Fire-Make, when you create things out of fire; Rainbow Flame,
using different coloured fire with different abilities," I say, downing my
beer.
"Oh, I'm a Fire-Make Wizard," Natsu answered, yet again looking uncomfortable.
"Really? I'm an Ice-Make Wizard," I tell him, standing up and shoving my hands
into my pant pockets. Or at least tried to, seeming that I had once again
stripped out of my pants. At least I still had my shirt and boxers on, and
thank God I didn't have an erection anymore. Maybe thinking about Juvia had put
it down.
"Are you, like, training to become a professional stripper or something?" Natsu
asked bluntly.
"What?! No!" I yelled, horrified that someone had accused me of being a
professional stripper. Even though I could probably strip faster than a
professional. "It was part of my training of Ice-Make Magic to take my clothes
off and become one with the cold! I just developed this habit of stripping all
the time!"
"Lucky I didn't have to take my clothes off in my training as a Fire-Make
Wizard," Natsu laughs. "I had to put more clothes on and become one with the
heat."
"And yet you're wearing that," I say, pointing at his black waistcoat with gold
trimming that was left opening, exposing his impressive abs, a matching
loincloth, white trousers and open-toed sandles. The only thing he was wearing
that warm enough to 'become one with the heat' was the white scale-patterned
scarf wrapped around his neck.  
"At least I'm keeping my clothes on," Natsu sniggered, ducking out of the way
before I could slug him in the jaw. He slid onto the bench across from me and
stared at me for a while.
"What?" I asked, surprisingly not annoyed that he was staring at me. I usually
got annoyed when people stare at me, which was also Juvia's fault. Maybe
because I liked his eyes.
"Nothing, I guess it's because you have nice eyes," Natsu says, voicing my
thoughts. His cheeks heated up when he realised what he had said. "I-I-I ..."
"Don't worry, your eyes aren't that bad either," I laughed. Natsu's cheeks went
even redder, making him look like a tomato. A sexy tomato at that. There goes
my perverted thoughts again.
"Come on, let's go," I say, standing up.
"Where we going?" Natsu asked, also standing up and glade to be moving on from
the talk about our eyes. I really want to make him blush again. 
"Well, I'm tired and you need to get my bed ready for me," I say. A dark look
passes over Natsu's face.
"Why can't you just do it yourself?" he asked darkly.
"You are the servant, which means you need to do all the hard labour," I tease.
"Maybe you should get some lessons off Loki - no, maybe not Loki, he'll teach
you how to get multiple girlfriends at once - how about Freed? Yes, Freed."
"Who the hell's Loki? And who's Freed and what kind of name is that?" Natsu
asked, tilting his head to the side.
"Loki is Princess Lucy's servant, even though he's supposed to be her private
servant he serves all the princesses in the Kingdom. And Freed is Prince Luxas'
servant, and I'm pretty sure they're fucking each other," I answered, leading
him towards my bed chambers. I could imagine Natsu's cheeks go red at the
thought. "Don't directly ask him about that because he's a Rune Wizard and
he'll write runes up - I learnt that the hard way. He once made a rune that
people with no shirts on couldn't enter a room and it was annoying because each
time I took my shirt off I was teleported outside the room."
"Maybe if you didn't strip in the first place," Natsu sniggered in a whisper,
meaning to be discreet, but I heard him anyway. "Alright, do the servant thing
as I get myself ready for bed," I say, changing the subject. I walked over to
my dresser and took off my necklace but I realised that Natsu wasn't doing
anything but standing in the middle of my bed chambers with a confused look on
his face. "You've never set up a bed before?"
"No, I haven't," Natsu answered, looking way sheepishly.
"All you have to do is undo my bed and make sure the pillow is fluffy," I say,
taking my shirt and pants off (consciously, I'm supposed to). Natsu did what I
told him, pulling the blanket down and fluffed up the pillow. I crawled into
the bed and rested my head against the pillow, enjoying how fluffy it was. For
his first time he was surprisingly good at this.
"Would you like me to tuck you in?" Natsu asked, teasing tinting his voice.
"You are the servant."
"No, you're just lazy," Natsu teased but he pulled the blanket over me. And
over my head too.
"What's the deal?" I growled, pushing the blanket off my face and glared at the
pinkette.
"The moon is supposed to be very bright tonight and I don't want you to get
annoyed at the light Ice Princess," Natsu teased.
"You know I can get you put into a pillory."
"What the fuck is that?"
"It's a board with three holes in it for the head and hands. You stand bent
over with your head and hands trapped in it in the marketplace and the
villagers throw rotten fruit at you. It's not as harsh as other punishments but
it's supposed to be embarrassing."
"Maybe the rotten fruit will taste better than the shit I had to eat on my way
here," Natsu mutters, waving a hand dismissively. Did he have a harsh life
before now? "I'll see you in the morning when I wake you up. Do I have to make
you breakfast?"
"Yep."
"Natsu Dragion," Freed announces professionally, appearing at the door and
causing Natsu to almost slip over with fright. "I am here to escort you to the
servant quarters! Hurry up!"
"Alright, I'm coming," Natsu sighed, walking over to the long green haired man.
"Oh, and by the way," Freed says, a devilish glint in his eyes. "Don't be
surprised when you wake up Prince Gray and see that he's fully naked."
"So he strips in his sleep too?" Natsu asks.
"Yes, he does."
Natsu shot a devilish grin towards me but he was fanning innocents. "I think as
your loyal servant I have to stick your clothes to your body."
"Fuck you Dragion."
"That's a good idea Natsu."
"Fuck you too Freed."
 
***** Chapter 2 *****
Chapter Notes
     Smut warning.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Gray's POV
I woke to someone shaking me, not gently either. I groaned, sleepily pushing
the person away but they continued to shake me. I rolled over onto my back and
cracked my eyes open to see a pink blurry thing over me. I blinked the sleep
out of my eyes until the pink thing focused to reveal Natsu shaking me, already
fully dressed.
"Come on Ice Prick, get your ass out of bed," Natsu yelled into my ear.
I groaned and rolled over, pushing Natsu away.
"Arg, do you have to yell in my ear?" I muttered.
"It works all the time," Natsu sniggered. "I have breakfast all ready for you
too: Mira helped me prepare it."
"What's on the ... menu?" I asked with a yawn in the middle, sitting up and
stretching my arms over my head.
"Pancakes drizzled with the finest maple syrup in all of Firoe; French toast
and bacon with maple syrup, that's very nice, believe me; and finished with a
stack of waffles with butter," Natsu announces, placing a tray of steaming food
on my lap. I was practically salivating at the smell of the delicious food in
front of me.
"Thank's Natsu," I say enthusiastically, grabbing the knife and fork. I eyed
Natsu and got a better idea, something that you wouldn't think about to have
for breakfast. "You know what, I don't want this."
"Huh? Are you kidding?" Natsu whined. "I went through so much trouble to make
this! I even burnt myself!"
I pushed the tray of food off the bed, the plates smashing when they hit the
floor and food flying everywhere, and grabbed Natsu's arm and pulled him across
my lap.
"I want something else for breakfast," I snigger.
"What do you want - mmph."
I stopped Natsu mid-sentence with my lips, kissing him deeply. Natsu was
surprised at first but kissed me back with equal passion, moaning into my mouth
as I ran my hand through his salmon hair. I licked his bottom lip, asking for
entrance, but he refused to give in to me. I palmed his erection through his
pants, earning in a gasp to escape the pinkette, which gave me the opportunity
to shove my tongue into his mouth, exploring that warm cavern. When the need
for air became too much we seperated, a trail of saliva connecting our lips.
"Was that what you wanted for breakfast?" Natsu asked.
"That wasn't all of it," I answered.
I placed him on his back on the bed, his head resting on the pillow, and slid
onto the bed between his legs, hovering over his crotch. I leaned down and
placed a kiss underneath his naval, moving down until I reached the waistband
of his pants, placing kisses as I went, and rolled his hips up so that I could
pull his pants off, letting his impressive erection spring out. I laid kisses
down the veined length and then back up, kissed the cockhead and licked up a
droplet of pre-cum before looking up at him.
"Will you feed me breakfast?" I asked.
Natsu hoisted himself on his elbows and his eyes widened at what I was implying
about with giving me breakfast. His eyes glazed over with lust and he nodded.
"Yes my Prince, it's my duty to tend to your needs," Natsu purred with lust.
"Good boy," I praised, wrapping my lips around the cockhead.
Natsu collapsed back against the pillow, a loud moan escaping him as I thrusted
down on his cock, taking him as far as I could go without deep throating. I
looked up at Natsu from under my eyelids and saw that Natsu was a moaning mess,
his hands gripping my hair as he thrusted his hips up unconsciously. I pressed
on his hips, pushing him back down on the bed.
"My impatient servant," I teased.
"Prince Gray, please," Natsu mewled, thrusting his hips up again. I pressed
down on his hips to stop him from moving and took him into my mouth again,
bobbing up and down, devouring him. Natsu cried out with intense pleasure,
tremors going through his body.
"Prince Gray ... nnngh ... please stop ... ahh ... teasing!" Natsu cried out.
I sucked up the erection and sucked on the tip, running my tongue over the
slit. Natsu's cries and mewls became white noise as I focused on pleasuring my
servant. I slid my lips down the erection, took a deep breath and exhaled,
relaxing my throat as I took him all the way down to the root. Natsu's shaft
slid down my throat, causing Natsu's cries and moans to grow louder. Deep
throating him was uncomfortable but I knew it would give him extreme pleasure
so I did it for his sake. I rammed him down my throat again and again, drool
escaping my mouth and running down the thick shaft. I gripped the base and
started jerking him in time with the bobbing of my head.
"Gray! I- ... fuck ... I'm close!" Natsu cried out.
I took that as an invitation to speed up, rubbing him so fast my hand was
beginning to burn, bobbing my head so fast I thought I was going to get
whiplash. Natsu's cries were reaching a crescendo as he neared his peak, his
body trembling with near-release.
"Come for me Natsu," I say, jerking my wrist up and down. "I want your cum for
breakfast!"
"Gray!" Natsu cried out as I took him in again. "I-... oh, fuck! ... I'm gonna
-"
Natsu screamed as he came, hard, into my mouth. I swallowed the thick cum,
gently gulping it down as I sucked up the cock and let the limp, spent penis
flop out of my mouth. I licked the semen and saliva off my lips as I smiled
down at a panting Natsu.
"Best breakfast ever," I chuckled.
"Gray," Natsu moaned, sitting up. "Gray!" All of a sudden Natsu started shaking
me, yelling my name over and over again.
"Hey! What's the deal?" I yelled.
"Wake up now before I throw a bucket of boiling water on you!" Natsu yelled,
slapping me across the face.
My eyes snapped open to see Natsu leaning over me, a bucket of steaming water
in his hands. I groaned, rubbing my eyes as I sat up. Damn, it had been a
dream. A sweet, pleasant, wonderful dream. Performing fellatio on Natsu was
defiantly the best dream I've ever had, even better than that dream I had when
I was five when everything was made out of chocolate. I hoped that it was a
premonition and it will become real but I knew it wouldn't. It was just wistful
thinking.
"You know it's supposed to be a bucket of icy water, not boiling water," I
muttered.
"Knowing you, you wouldn't mind if it was ice water," Natsu says, placing the
bucket on the nightstand. "I've got breakfast all ready for you too: Mira
helped me prepare it."
"What's on the ... menu?" I asked with a yawn in the middle, stretching my arms
over my head.
"Pancakes drizzled with the finest maple syrup in all of Firoe; French toast
and bacon with maple syrup, that's very nice, believe me; and finished with a
stack of waffles with butter."
I looked up at Natsu in surprise, the scene playing just now matching the one
in my dream. Was the dream in fact a premonition and Natsu and I will have oral
sex?
Natsu placed a tray on my lap and I looked down at it in shock. There was one
pancake, shaped more as an oval and was undercooked and too thin with maple
syrup running along the side; the French toast wasn't cut evenly and the bacon
was badly burnt; and the waffles were also burnt to a crisp. I looked up at
Natsu with raised eyebrows.
"What is this?" I asked, hoping it was a joke and Natsu had a better breakfast
for me.
"It's your breakfast, duh," Natsu answered matter-of-fact.
"Is it even edible?" I asked. Then remembering something from my dream I asked,
"did you burn yourself?"
"No, I can't burn myself," Natsu answered. "Can you get frostbite?"
"No."
"Than I can't burn myself when cooking."
I picked up the tray and placed it on the nightstand and turned to Natsu.
"Are you trying to poison me or something? Get Mira to make me breakfast."
Natsu muttered profanities under his breath as he grabbed the tray of inedible
food and left my bed chambers, shutting the door behind him with his foot. I
pulled the blanket away from my body and saw that I had stripped yet again in
my sleep and that semen was splashed all over the bed. This is why I hate wet
dreams.
"Bloody Natsu and his erotic ass," I muttered as I slipped out of bed, grabbed
the bucket of water and threw it over the semen-covered bed, washing the semen
away, and trudged to the washbasin and started washing myself.
Natsu was beginning to make me sexually frustrated. 
Natsu's POV
"Mira, his Royal-pain-in-the-ass wants you to make him his breakfast but I
decided that I'll make it myself," I announced as I entered the kitchens. Mira
smiled kindly at me and nodded as she went about, getting everything ready for
lunch.
I picked up some bread and placed it in the lacrima-fuelled toaster and waited
for the bread to toast. If Prince Gray couldn't appreciate my cooking him a
decent breakfast I'll just make him toast.
Thinking about Gray made me think about what I had smelt in his room. When I
entered the room I could smell the musky smell of lust and something that smelt
like bleach that told me that Gray had a wet dream, and by the smell it would
have been early this morning. I tried not to think about the fact that I would
have to change Gray's sheets. Hopefully Gray would be too embarrassed and use
the boiling water I left on the nightstand to wash it away.
"Hey Mira, does Prince Gray like peanut butter?" I asked.
"Yeah," Mira answered. I spread peanut butter on the two pieces of toast and
placed them on a chipped plate and took it to Gray's chambers.
Gray was up and dressed, combing his hair at his dresser. The bucket of water
was empty and the bed was soaking wet. Yep, he used the water to wash his bed,
but it didn't help that the smell of semen was still strong.
"Here's your breakfast Ice Princess," I say, setting the toast beside him.
"Toast?" Gray questioned.
"Shut up, toast is the only thing I can make properly," I muttered, walking
behind him and taking the comb. "I've never cooked anything before so that was
my first time."
"Really?" Gray asked, sounding shocked as I combed his blue-black hair. Gray's
hair was surprisingly soft, not drenched in sweat or oily. He must have
recently washed it I assumed. It made me wonder if before I became his servant
who attended to him. King Makarov said that Gray just borrowed everyone else's
personal servants. "Than what did you eat before coming here if you've never
cooked?"
"I would catch my own food and roast it with my own fire," I answered. "I
didn't mind that it was burnt - I like burnt food. When I wasn't eating meat I
usually ate fruit or mushrooms."
"Can you give me a little hint on where you came from? I'm curious, that's
all," Gray says.
I sighed and said, "ich bin nicht von hier."
"Huh?"
"I said 'I'm not from here,'" I translated, fixing Gray's clothes. It seemed
that Gray was excellent at taking his clothes off but was horrible at putting
them on. "I come from a foreign country. The language is called Deutsch."
"Never heard of it," Gray sighed. I walked around Gray and knelt in front of
him, tying up the waistband. Gray tensed under me for some reason but I ignored
it.
"You wouldn't have heard of it: it's practically a hidden Kingdom," I answered,
stepping away from Gray and walking towards the door. I could feel Gray's eyes
on me, sending an icy chill down my spine.
"What kind of kingdom is it?" Gray asked. "Is it a one-magic type Kingdom like
the Ice Kingdom I was born in or an all-type of magic Kingdom like Fairy Tail?"
I thought about my answer before answering, "both," and left the chambers,
closing the door behind me with a soft clink.
===============================================================================
"What's this about?" I asked Mira as I stood with all the other servants as
Mira bustled around the kitchen, pulling down pots and pans and pulling out
vegetables from the fridge that was fuelled by a lacrima like everything else
in the kitchen.
"Today is when the kings and queens of other kingdoms come to Fairy Tail for a
brief meeting," Mira explains, setting stuff all over the place. "King Bob of
Blue Pegasus Kingdom, Queen Ooba Babasaama of Lamia Scale and King Sting of
Sabertooth will be coming."
"Sting," I muttered, helping Levi, Princess Lucy Heartfilia's personal servant,
cut up some vegetables for the stew. Why does that name sound so familiar? "Do
you know what the meeting is about?"
"I believe that it's to talk about how to deal with the Dark Kingdoms," Mira
says. "Anyway, do you all have everything under control?"
"Yes!" all the servants answered simultaneously.
"What are you doing?!" I asked.
"I'm going to go get ready for the meeting. The Princes and Princesses have to
attend this too!"
And with that Mira left, leaving us all to do the hard labour. Being a servant
was hard, I had to admit, but at least I got decent food!
"If Mira is a princess why does she do the work of a servant?" I asked Levy.
"She prefers to do the things a servant does," Levy answered. "She doesn't like
having people do things for her - you're not cutting the sweat potato
properly."
Levy gently pushed me to the side and cut the sweet potato that I wasn't
cutting evenly and turned I to Jet and Droy, two of the stable boys, who were
having a competition who could light a fire first without a lacrima.
"Hey, can I try too?" I asked. Jet and Droy shared a look and both turned to me
with matching devilish grins on their faces that were so wide their faces were
almost cut in half.
"Go ahead," Jet says, stepping away from the bench and indicated to the board
with a sweep of his hand in a formal way.
"Try your best," Droy adds, doing the same thing.
I stepped in between them and looked down at the board. There were two sticks
stacked on top of each other beside the board and a little mark in the wood
where Jet and Droy must have rubbed the sticks against it to make the fire. I
ignored Jet and Droy, who were both sniggering, and help up my index finger and
ignited a fire on it and pressed my finger into the mark on the board, where a
small fire sparked and flared to life. It twitched, the base climbing from blue
to red as it sat happily on the board. I turned to Jet and Droy, who had
identical shocked expressions on their faces.
"How ..." Jet started to say.
"... did you do that?" Droy finished.
"I'm a Fire Wizard," I stated. "I can light fires with any part of my body."
"I've never heard of any magic that could do that," Droy says dumbfounded.
I shrugged and looked out the opened window. I narrowed my eyes when I saw
something in the distance, looking like tiny little things of browns, blacks,
whites and golds. I walked over to the window and saw that they were horses
with people on the back. Some of them had flags that looked like Pegasuses on
them.
"Uh, Blue Pegasus are here," Loki says, appearing beside me. He pushed his
sunglasses up and stars appeared around him as he said, "I wonder if there are
any hot women knights there!"
I heard that Loki had once flirted with the S-Class Knight Erza Scarlet and she
had punched him square in the jaw and sent him crashing into the opposite wall.
He had taken to stop flirting with her because he didn't want a repeat of
having his face smashed in, and I had taken into account to never get on Erza's
bad side. Although I'll like to challenge her to a fight one day. 
"I'll take that as my cue to help Lazy-Ass Ice Princess to put his clothes on,"
I say, walking towards the door. "You know, I don't see the point of putting
him in clothes if he'll just take them off! A waste of time I say!"
I walked into Gray's chambers and found him lying on his bed, shirtless, taping
his chest with his finger. I gulped as I found myself admiring his impressive
body, from his toned muscles, impressive pectorals and every scar that lined
his skin, his medals from many battles. I ran my hand across the ragged scar
underneath my scarf, shivering as an unwanted memory resurfaced. A face cloaked
in shadow. A bloody dagger in his hand. Blood everywhere.
"How long are you going to stand there like a creepy stalker?" Gray asked, not
turning his head.
"Give me another five minutes."
Gray chuckled and rolled off the bed and walked towards the three standing
mirrors on the other side of the room. I walked over to the chest of drawers to
get him some clothes.
"Did you know about this lunch thing with the other kingdoms?" I asked as I
walked over to him with a red long-sleeved shirt.
"I only heard about it after breakfast," Gray shrugs, holding his arms out so
that I could get the shirt on. "And by the way, what kind of breakfast was
that?"
"It was a regular breakfast," I answer, turning him around so that I could
button it up. "Normal people have toast for breakfast."
"Well, I'm not 'normal people', am I?" Gray asked sarcastically. I told him to
go sit on his bed as I went to get him some pants to wear.
"I guess you're not," I smirk, choosing some blue trousers with a waistband and
walked over to Gray. "You're a lazy, stripping, perverted Ice Princess."
"Shut up or I'll kick your kidney out," Gray snapped. I sniggered and took hold
of the waistband of Gray's pants and pulled them down and pushed the trousers
on.
"There, now I need to learn how to do a sticky spell do that you keep your
clothes stay on."
"If you make one more stripper joke I'll cut your balls off."
I chuckled and stood up but somehow lost my balance. I fell on top of Gray,
accidently rubbing my knee on his crotch. Gray moaned and grabbed onto me, his
skin ice-cold. I looked up and froze. He was staring at me with wide eyes.
"G-Gray?" I gulped.
Gray leaned in towards me and smashed his lips against mine.
Chapter End Notes
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     language I can speak apart from English. And Deutsch is German for
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aring pain he
could just about hear Viktor's voice. "драгоценный мальчик, don't let Daddy
wake up without his baby next to him again, Daddy wants to know where his baby
boy is at all times.  Daddy got scared that his pretty baby had left him all
alone, and that made Daddy sad.  My baby doesn't want to make his Daddy sad,
does he?"  
With each use of the word 'Daddy', Viktor gave an extra hard squeeze to his
balls and thrust against the pain filled body, turned on by Yuuri's fear and
agony.  The young boy couldn't breathe anymore, the world was starting to turn
black round the edges.  "Answer Daddy, милый мальчик, use your words."  "Sorry,
Da...." 
Yuuri passed out.
***** Buying baby's love *****
"Yuuuuri...wake up!"  He was aware of hands shaking him but he kept his eyes
closed. "Baby boy?" Viktor's voice drifted in, he didn't want to reply. "Come
on, baby, it's not funny anymore". There was some concern in the voice, that
was a start.  "Yuuuuuuri...".  Hard kisses landed on his forehead and cheeks,
he knew he needed to respond before Viktor started getting angry. 
He slowly opened his eyelids, groaning and drawing himself into a fetal
position, oh god, the pain in his balls was still there; he vomited not caring
that Viktor would make him clear it up.
"FUCK... Viktor, you stupid arsehole, what have you done, you wanker.  You're
supposed to care for your pet, not fucking damage it.  Baby boy is never going
love you if you treat him like this."  Viktor was mumbling to himself as he
fetched a bucket and towels to clean up with. "I didn't squeeze him that hard,
did I? Maybe I did, remember Viktor, you are not trying to get information out
of him, he's not work, you love him."  Yuuri tried to listen, as much as his
pain addled brain would let him. "Must get my baby boy to forgive his Daddy, so
sorry, I'm such a dickhead. Viktor, you are a prize twat. OH FUCK..."  
To Yuuri's surprise, Viktor burst into tears, sobbing loudly into his hands as
he knelt on the floor.  "Daddy?"  Yuuri voice was quiet, but Viktor heard him. 
"Baby boy? Yuuri?"  
He looked at the curled up boy on the bed, deep bite marks on his neck and
shoulders, a scabbing 'V' on his face, all inflicted by him, his dick
automatically grew hard as he remembered Yuuri's cries of pain.  As his eyes
rested on the boys face, to Viktor's amazement, alongside the fear in the
chocolate brown eyes, there was also concern.  Concern that Viktor was ok. He
did care for him, in some tiny way, even after all he had done.  Tears flowed
again, harder still when a small hand reached out and stroked his face. 
The Russian crawled onto the bed and lay with his head on Yuuri's chest
listening to his heartbeat as soft hands petted him, comforting him.  "I'm
sorry Daddy, I didn't mean to frighten you this morning and I will clean up the
mess I've made.  I'm so sorry I made you angry, I love you Daddy."  Yuuri's
words echoed through Viktor's scarred mind, "I'm sorry too, baby boy. I didn't
mean to cause you that much pain."  The silver haired teenager rutted against
the plump legs of the younger boy, "Can I fuck you now?" 
-
Pressed up against the cold white tiles of the shower, Yuuri braced himself. 
Viktor had spent ages eating him out and fingering him to get him as loose as
possible.  His balls still ached, but that was no surprise, they would ache for
quite a while after the abuse this morning. He didn't understand how Viktor got
off on causing pain; it was something that they had talked about a lot at
school whenever the Russian came up in conversation. Yuuri wished he didn't now
have firsthand experience of it. 
"Is my baby boy ready for his Daddy?" Hot breath ghosted past his ear as he
felt a hand on his hip and Viktor's cock pressed against the slicked up
entrance to his arse, he knew what he had to say. "Yes Daddy, baby boy wants
his Daddy to fuck him."   His small frame shook as Viktor entered him,
bottoming out in a few hip rolls, "Ahhh...baby boy...so t-tight for his
Daddy...so good, so f-fucking good."  "It hurts, Daddy."  Yuuri's whimpered
words sparked pleasure in Viktor's bran and caused him to thrust harder, "But
that's g-good, моя любовь, it s-s-shows my baby b-boy how m-m-
much...FUCK...Daddy loves h-his baby."  
Viktor had Yuuri completely squashed against the shower wall now, his legs
spread, hammering into his arse, pulling his hair hard and biting him.  The
Japanese boy was experiencing pain everywhere. "Daddy, you're hurting me."  "G-
Good, isn't it?"  Viktor panted as he pulled him back off the wall and withdrew
roughly, "Get on your hands and knees, NOW".  Yuuri dropped to the floor,
Viktor viscously re-entering him, making him scream.  "Oh g-god, y-yes, scream
for me baby, let Daddy know how much it h-hurts."   Viktor fucked into him
harder, reaching under him, pinching his nipples.  "Aaaaarrrghhhhh, hurts so
bad, Daddy, please stop, please stop, DADDY, IT HURTS."  
Inside his head, Yuuri giggled.  He wasn't lying to Viktor; it did hurt, but
nowhere near as much as he was making out.  He figured if he could please
Viktor this way, he might not actually really hurt him again today.  
The Russian was lying up his back now,  moans and garbled Russian words
spilling from his lips, hips working so hard, ploughing into his young lover. 
His slim fingers curled round Yuuri's half hard cock, jerking him in time with
his thrusts, a choked laugh bursting from his throat as the Japanese boy
stiffened and quickly came under the skilful administrations of the older
teenager. Thick white streaks landed across the black tiles of the shower floor
as he cried out Viktor's name, shuddering underneath the heavy body on top of
him.  "D-Daddy's turn n-now, so close... nngghh...."  Two more hard thrusts and
he spilled into the tight, hot rear, his cries rebounding around the room. 
Still quivering with aftershocks he withdrew and slapped Yuuri's arse.  "G-Get
dressed baby, Daddy's taking you out."
-
They were still shopping when Yuuri's friends from school entered the shopping
centre.  Yuuri was now the proud owner of a new games console and loads of
games, the latest iPhone, clothes, shoes, basically anything he said he liked,
Viktor had bought for him. Viktor had chosen his clothing, his reasoning was
that Yuuri was going to be his boyfriend and therefore he needed him to look
the part of a well kept partner of a gang member. 
"Yuuri..."  He turned as he heard his best friend’s voice hissing to him. 
"Phichit!"  Yuuri stopped and turned Viktor, "Daddy, please can I go and chat
to Phichit, he's my best friend..."  he paused as he saw anger flaring on
Viktor's face, "after you, I mean, you are my best friend, he'll never mean as
much to me as you do, but he is a good friend."  Viktor relaxed and smirked,
"Of course, baby boy, just don't move from where I can see you."  
Yuuri kissed him, put down his bags and rushed over to his friend, who was
staring at him open mouthed.  "Did you just kiss Viktor 'Fuck machine'
Nikiforov? What the hell is going on, Yuuri? We all though Christophe was
telling lies at school today."  Yuuri nodded, not sure how long he had before
Viktor came over, "Long story, but basically Dad traded me for his life, yeah,
I know, I don't hate him.  Viktor's not too bad, he just likes to hurt people
for kicks."  Phichit shook his head, "And the rest, I can see the bruises and
bites on your neck, has he? You know, with you?"  "Fucked me? Yep, yes he's
massive, and yes it hurt." Yuuri blushed, "But don't tell anyone about that
bit, ok?" 
Phichit looked over Yuuri's shoulder, "He's coming, and he doesn't look happy."
  "Baby boy, are you ready to go now, Daddy is hungry. " Viktor slid his arm
possessively round Yuuri's shoulders and kissed him making sure Phichit saw him
slide his tongue into his friends mouth. 
"Daddy, can Phichit have my new phone number?" Yuuri asked sweetly, "Maybe baby
boy, Daddy will think about it. Let's go."  Yuuri waved to Phichit as Viktor
dragged him away leaving his best friend with a bad feeling in his stomach. 
-
Back home, Viktor set up Yuuri's phone with just his own number on it, and, my
sweet boy, he thought, that is the only number you will ever have on it.  You
don't need anyone else's number now. 
Yuuri was busy sorting out the games console when Viktor got called away to
work.  He dumped money on the table, "Order takeout for us, I'll be back."
The young boy stared at the money and at the closed door. He didn't know what
to order, what did Viktor like? He didn't even know the address of where he
was.  The new phone pinged with a message.
> Baby boy, Daddy left without telling you what he wanted to eat! Phone the
pizza place, menu in kitchen and tell them order for Viktor, they'll sort. Make
sure to order for yourself too! Xxx
> I love you baby boy xxx
Yuuri slowly typed out a reply
> ok Daddy, I love you too xxx
 
Food ordered Yuuri passed the time playing GTA, his new phone continually
pinging with messages.
> what's my baby doing?
> playing GTA 
> I hope you haven't sent anyone your number? Daddy will check
> no Daddy, I haven't, what's Daddy doing?
> hurting people for money, baby
> oh
> send me a dick pic, baby, I need something nice to think about while I work
> baby, don't keep Daddy waiting...
> Daddy's getting cross now
> #picture message#
> thank you baby, hmmm, so hard, Daddy is happy
> thank you Daddy, I was thinking of you
> I love you, baby X
> love you too, Daddy X 
***** Happy 16th Birthday, Yuuri *****
 
Viktor discovered something he rather liked about Yuuri, the more he kissed
him, the more adventurous he got, it was as though kisses switched on a little
button inside him.  He though back to the first time he had fucked him, Yuuri
had responded differently when he had been tender and loving, demanding that
Viktor look at him, urging him to fuck him harder.  He wanted that feeling
again and again and again. 
Tomorrow was Yuuri's 16th birthday, the day they officially became boyfriends.
It didn't feel like it was only three weeks ago that Yuuri had been forced into
his life.  The apartment was now definitely 'theirs', everywhere he looked he
could see something of Yuuri's and he liked it.  
Together they were working on a secret plan for Viktor to take control of the
gang, now he had Yuuri he didn't want to fuck other people, even if it was for
money.  His Yuuri allowed him hurt him when he had the need to be sadistic;
they had a code and everything.  Viktor realised he was actually happy for once
in his fucking awful life.  
One day, he promised himself, he would tell Yuuri about what had happened to
him when he was small to turn him into the perverted man he was now. He
swallowed, but how do you tell the someone that your own parents raped you and
hurt from when you were 3 years old, that you were taught to endure sexual pain
to receive food and water. That you were the 'entertainment' at their parties,
frequently going to bed bleeding and split from all the different partners you
had had to endure that night. Yuuri could make him into a better man; he knew
that, he would absolve him of his sins.
Tonight they were going to Yuuri's parents for dinner, just like a real couple!
He had plans for them tomorrow that were a secret and he was excited.  
Tony wasn't impressed when Viktor told him he wasn't free to work tonight or
tomorrow.  The Russian knew that Tony thought he was was going soft and that he
thought that his Yuuri had messed up Tony's 'fuck machine's' mind.  So he
wasn't surprised when Tony gave him an ultimatum, he had to choose between the
gang and Yuuri, he wasn't allowed to have both. He had 24 hours to choose. 
Little did Tony realise he had just signed his own death warrant by threatening
Viktor.  Did he really think he would give up his Yuuri? 
Viktor sighed as his lover joined him in the lounge, his hair was slicked back
off his face, the 'V' on his cheek just a thin red line now, he was wearing his
new contact lenses and the black shirt and trousers showed off his leaner
frame, although he still had his beautiful plump thighs and rear.  He looked
amazing.  "Hi baby boy, you look beautiful."  Yuuri blushed, "Thank you Daddy,
thank you for my new clothes."  Viktor kissed him roughly, wanting his baby,
but knowing he had to wait until later.
-
Yuuri's parents were ecstatic about being allowed to see their son.  They
welcomed the pair into the tiny house, hugging and kissing Yuuri, nervously
shaking hands with Viktor.  Yuuri had changed so much, not just in looks; he
was harder, a stern look in his chocolate brown eyes that hadn't been there
before.  Neither man was surprised when neighbours 'accidentally' popped over
for ‘something’; they all wanted to see the odd couple. 
"Yuuri has agreed to be my boyfriend, so we are family now," Viktor announced
as they sat at the table for food. "I will be marrying him too; can I call you
Mum and Dad?"   Yuuri's parents stared at each other, speechless, "O-Of course,
c-congratulations." his mother stammered. "Yuuri?" his dad asked, "is this what
you want too?"  
Silence surrounded the table.  Yuuri smiled at his father, "Of course, Viktor
is very kind to me, father, he loves me and I love him. Do we have your
permission to marry?"  Yuuri's father nodded hesitantly under the evil stare of
his new son-in-law.  
"Wonderful, we'll send you an invite when it's all sorted." Viktor exclaimed,
now happy that he had Yuuri's father’s permission.  They would have married
anyway, but it was important to his baby boy that his father agreed, so Viktor
had to make sure that he had said yes. 
Food eaten, Viktor was desperate to get Yuuri home and into bed; he kept
looking at his arse in the tight black trousers and visualising his dick
sinking between the plump cheeks into the velvet heat of his rear. 
"We have presents for you Yuuri, please stay and open them here as we won't see
you tomorrow" his mother pleaded, Yuuri looked to Viktor who nodded, but
motioned for Yuuri to sit on his lap. At least he could feel that delicious
arse next to his dick, which would have to do for now. 
Yuuri seemed very pleased with his gifts, but Viktor thought they were rather
dull for a horny young man on his 16th birthday; books, films, crap clothes and
a shitty phone. He had much better presents waiting at their home for his
boyfriend.  He ground his erection up against the soft flesh on his lap, hoping
that Yuuri would get the message. "Please can we stay for a bit longer Daddy?
We haven't had cake yet, I'll let you hurt me..."  He fluttered his long brown
eyelashes and gave a grind of his hips causing the Russian to swallow a loud
moan. 
They both jumped as Mari voiced her opinion on what she had witnessed with a
loud reaching noise.  "You are disgusting, I remember you at school, Viktor
'Fuck machine' Nikiforov, you stank, wore scummy clothes and exchanged hand
jobs for food.  Just cos you are a gang member now, doesn't give you the right
to have your slimy hands all over my brother.  How long did you wait before
fucking him? I could report you to the police for screwing a minor. Bet you
wouldn't last long in jail, there are lots of people wanting to hurt you if
they get the chance."  
Viktor lifted Yuuri off his lap, stood up and pinned Mari up against the wall,
"Dear sister-in-law, quite the gobby one aren't we? I remember you getting
caught fucking the boys football team, all of them, if I remember rightly, a
proper school bike, do your parents know about that?"   Mari turned pale, "I
thought not, keep your mouth shut or that and other information about you will
become very public knowledge in the town, understood?" She nodded and fled the
room. 
There was a very strained atmosphere when Yuuri's parents and Mari returned
with his birthday cake, and were all relieved when Viktor announced that it was
time for them to go.  Yuuri hugged his family, thanking them again for his
gifts and promising to see them soon.  Yuuri's mother cried at the sight of her
baby being led away by that vile man, his hands all over her son’s rear as they
walked to the car, she didn't even want to think about what he was doing to her
precious child. 
***** Carve your Name *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNING
     if knife play and carving into people skin is not your thing, please
     don't read section between the *** - thank you
 
Yuuri was pinned to the wall of the hallway, Viktor's hands in his trousers and
his tongue in his mouth as soon as their front door was closed.  Breaking the
kiss he groaned "Oh my baby boy, let Daddy get to your wonderful arse, I'm sure
you know I've been lusting after it all evening, so beautiful in those tight
trousers, my dick aches from being hard for so long" 
Yuuri placed a hand on his chest, "Daddy, you really love my arse don't you?"
He put his finger on Viktor's mouth before he could speak, "well, baby promised
Daddy could hurt him if they were able to stay for cake, so if Daddy still has
his penknife, he could cut his name into baby's rear, then baby's arse will
always belong to Daddy."  
Viktor fell to his knees, holding onto Yuuri's legs and gazing up to him with
such adoration in his eyes the Japanese boy thought he would cry.  "B-B-Baby
boy...really?"  The younger teenager nodded, "My birthday gift to you, my
boyfriend."  Viktor pulled him down to the floor and kissed him softly but
passionately, caressing his back, sides, rear, anywhere he could reach,
switching on the erotic button inside his lover. With confident fingers Yuuri
undid Viktor's trousers, released his cock, licking his lips as he looked at
the leaking member, pausing to lap his tongue across the pearling slit. "Don't
move."  
He disappeared into their bedroom and returned moments later with the lube.
Slicking up Viktor's cock with one hand, he lowered his trousers with the other
and just managed to sit astride Viktor without removing them. "Hold my hands". 
They laced fingers as Yuuri lowered his unprepared arse down onto Viktor, this
was going to hurt. 
He hissed through his teeth as the thick cock stretched him open, "D-Does it
hurt baby?"  Viktor's voice was almost a whisper, "So bad, Daddy, it h-hurts so
b-bad. Nggghhh..."  He forced himself downwards, sweat beading at his temples,
"So big Daddy, feels like you are ripping baby in two...ARRRGGGHHHHH..." 
Viktor thrust up as Yuuri pushed down, fully sheathing him inside. "Daddy,
don't move, too much pain, please don't move."  Viktor knew this code phrase
well; he grabbed Yuuri's hips and drove upwards, ripping a scream from his
young lover.  Yuuri's eyes rolled back in his head and he came all over his
trousers and Viktor's shirt. "Can I c-carry on?" Yuuri nodded, totally
breathless.  
The Russian flipped them over and fucked into the tight hole, not lasting much
longer than Yuuri; it was too much. Spent and crying they lay in the hallway
until their senses returned.  Viktor very carefully withdrew and helped his
boyfriend to his feet, "Do you have your penknife?" Yuuri asked as he led him
to the bedroom. 
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***
Staring at the perfect olive skinned plump cheeks in front of him, Viktor
shuffled on Yuuri's legs, getting himself comfortable.  There was a towel under
his hips so the bedding wouldn't get blood stained.  "Are you absolutely sure,
my baby? You were just very kind to Daddy in the hallway." Viktor was hesitant
for the first time ever about causing someone pain. "If you don't want to..." 
Yuuri began, "Oh I do, I'm just checking".  Yuuri's determination made it all
ok, he felt the stirrings of excitement in his dick.
Carefully he began to cut, Yuuri stiffened and whimpered, "Painful baby?" 
"Yes, Daddy, very."  He began to cry, loud hiccuping sobs as Viktor worked. 
Viktor groaned as bright red blood welled in the cuts on Yuuri's olive skin. 
V I K T O R
He sat back, admiring his handiwork, shaking with desire, listening to Yuuri
crying, "D-D-Daddy needs to w-wank over his b-baby boy n-now". He ran his hand
through the blood trickles and wiped it over his cock, the head rush making him
feel faint for a moment. With firm strokes he fucked into his fist, jerking off
gazing at his name carved into Yuuri's arse, he was his forever now, branded,
marked, Viktor's. He came, ropes of white spurting up Yuuri's back, and landing
on the bleeding flesh, cum turning pink as it mixed with the blood.
"YUUUURI....MY B-BABY..."
***
-
Cuts carefully washed and dressed the two lovers curled up on the sofa, Yuuri
playing GTA and Viktor watching.  He kept checking the time on his phone,
"Daddy are you waiting for something? You keep looking at your phone." Yuuri
asked, not taking his eyes off the television.  Viktor ignored him; It was 11:
59, one minute to go, thought Viktor. 
 He looked again, 00:00, "Happy birthday beautiful baby boy!" He kissed Yuuri
and slid off the sofa onto one knee, a small box appearing from nowhere. "Baby
boy, will you marry your Daddy?"  He opened the box to show Yuuri the diamond
and gold band he had chosen for him, now that was a proper birthday present,
not the rubbish his family had given him. 
Yuuri nodded, a smile on his face and sadness in his heart.  He was so mixed
up, when Viktor was kind; Yuuri loved him more than anything else in the world.
But equally, he also hated him more than anything else in the world when he was
evil.  The teenager hoped that it would all get better once Tony was dead and
Viktor had taken his place, if their plan worked.
The Russian slid the ring onto his lover’s finger, "I have another surprise for
my baby, as you are now 16 and your father said yes, we are getting married
today! It's all arranged, isn't that great?!"  "My family? Do they know?" 
Yuuri felt sick. "They do now, I phoned them when you were showering, they are
excited too!"  Yuuri knew Viktor was lying, they wouldn't be excited. 
"Daddy, that is wonderful!"  Yuuri lied, "but don't we need licences and
things?"  Viktor smirked, "Not when you know the right people, oh don't worry
baby boy, we will be legally married, it's just been fast-tracked as Daddy has
contacts." 
Viktor stood and offered Yuuri his hand, "Bed? Husband-to-be..." 
***** The Sweetest Time *****
 
Yuuri couldn't sleep.
He wanted to get up but Viktor had tight hold of his wrist, just as he did each
night.  
Rolling over he lent too hard on the cuts on his left buttock. Now that had
been a fucking stupid idea too, just like saying yes to marrying Viktor, not
that he had had a choice in the second one.  Any future lovers were going to be
really impressed with Viktor's name carved into his arse.  At least he would be
able to pretend it was Viktor's idea and they would believe him. 
He was pretty confident that Viktor would get fed up with him at some point;
want a new, fresh virgin of a young boy so he could fuck up their life too. 
Yuuri could then pretend to be heartbroken and get on with his life. All he had
to was concentrate on getting through this part with Viktor.
Viktor sighed his name in his sleep, oh god, he was dreaming about him. 
Shit, he had to piss now, "Daddy, Daddy, DADDY!" "Hmmm?"  Viktor half woke up,
"Sorry, to disturb you Daddy, but I need to go to the bathroom."  Yuuri kissed
his cheek. "Ok baby, don't be long, Daddy will be waiting for you." 
In the bathroom Yuuri looked at himself in the mirror, he didn't look like
Yuuri anymore. The V on his cheek, although now healed, was still there. Viktor
had ruined him, he'd even trained him to like, no, to actually want and beg for
pain during sex, fucking bastard. 
He shuffled over to the toilet and relieved himself. Looking up into the mirror
as he was washing his hands he jumped, Viktor was behind him and he was not
happy. 
"Baby? Why has it taken you so long to have a piss? What are you really
doing?" 
Yuuri switched on his sweetest smile, "Daddy! I'm so sorry; I'm just so excited
I was lost in thoughts of our wedding tomorrow and our first fuck as husband
and husband."  He wrapped his arms round Viktor's neck and kissed him, biting
his bottom lip till it bled, that always made him melt. 
Predictable as ever Viktor moaned and hardened against the Japanese boy’s
belly, "Oh baby, Daddy knows he shouldn't doubt his baby, but he worries so
much that baby doesn't really love him."  The younger teenager pouted, "Daddy,
how could you say such things, baby loves you so much..." he forced a tear to
run down his face and sniffed.  "Does Daddy not want to marry his baby
tomorrow?" 
Horrified that he had upset his lover, Viktor swept him up off his feet and
carried him back to bed.   
-
Wrapped around each other, they kissed, moving from pecks on lips, cheeks and
foreheads to closed mouths, lips pressed hard together, to open mouthed, to
tentative tongues, to more confident laps and licks, to mouths mashing
together, tongues fully in each other's mouths, drool coating chins and cheeks,
moaning loudly, grinding desperately against each other.  Yuuri was in heaven,
this was the Viktor he loved, the Viktor he would gladly spend the rest of his
life with.  
Gentle fingers teased the entrance to his arse, he groaned and willingly opened
his legs to allow the slicked up fingers in. Still kissing, Viktor fingered him
open, Yuuri grunting in pleasure as each additional finger slid in till Viktor
was finger fucking him deep with four fingers.  
It was Yuuri who pulled the slender fingers from his arse, wrapped his legs
round the Russians waist and eased him in, Viktor huffing into his mouth as he
took over, gentle hip rolls till he bottomed out, kissing till Yuuri ground
against him, encouraging him to move.
"Watch me Viktor..." Viktor alternated between kissing him and watching in awe
at the lust and desire on his boyfriends face.  The way he closed his eyes in
pleasure as Viktor thrust deeply into him, the barely audible 'oh' as he
withdrew and 'ahhhh' as he returned. 
Soon Yuuri was begging for him to "fuck me h-harder...V-Viktor...I love y-you
so m-much...w-want you...m-more..."  Viktor kissed him harder, biting his lip,
louder grunts and groans from both men resounded in the room accompanied by the
lewd slapping noises as their movements grew faster, each thrusting towards
each other. 
Tears fell from two pairs of eyes at the perfectness of their fucking; climaxes
building in unity. Clinging tight to the others body, whimpers falling into
listening ears, encouraging the closeness of the moment until the fire in their
bellies overflowed and took them to a single conjoined orgasm that ripped
through the two joined bodies, sending them spiralling through pleasure,
desire, joy, and into an all consuming love. 
Sweating, panting, they were soon gasping for air with lungs that burned with a
sweet pain.
They kissed again, not able to get enough of the other, hips still grinding and
bumping together although the orgasm was now fading away into a sweet memory,
legs tangled together, crying for everything that they had and didn't have but
wanted. 
***** New Beginnings *****
Chapter Summary
     TRIGGER WARNING
     More nasty stuff with a knife
 
They awoke the next morning still joined, the all consuming pleasure still
flowing through their systems. There was something new about them, as though
their relationship had changed because of last night. 
Viktor looked calmer, more beautiful, the crazed look in his face gone, his
heart shaped smile now reached his bright blue eyes and blossomed there causing
Yuuri to wish that he could love him, wish that he could forgive him for
everything that he had done to him.
Yuuri seemed older, harder; now sure of what he had to do.
Viktor grabbed the Japanese boys hands, "Yuuri, there's so much I need to tell
you about my past, I have to tell you before you marry me, you may change your
mind when you hear what I have to say. If you do I promise to understand and
let you go..."  
Without giving Yuuri a chance to respond, Viktor let it all out, the rape, the
abuse, the life he was forced to live, people he was forced to sleep with.  How
it had made him the person he was now and how he didn't want to be that person
anymore. He wanted away from the gang life, didn't want to be boss. He just
wanted a simple life with Yuuri, if he would still have him.
Viktor clung to the younger boy, terrified that he would go, leave Viktor with
memories of a perfect night and what could have been.  He already knew that his
life was over if Yuuri left him.  
Yuuri sat, stunned, he had no idea that Viktor had lived through such a
horrific childhood, no wonder he had thought that the man was deranged.  He
wrapped his arms round the sobbing man, kissing his silver hair.  
"Yuuri? My love, what do you want to do? Should I call your parents to collect
you? I'm sure they would w-welcome you back with open arms.  You'll never h-
hear from me again, I promise.  I-I'm s-so sorry f-for e-everything I d-did to
y-you.  You s-should go, I d-don't deserve you..."  Viktor started dialling. 
Yuuri gently took the phone from his shaking hands and hung up.  Viktor just
stared, dumbfounded.
"Viktor, you are right, you don't deserve me and you shouldn't have hurt me. If
you had always been gentle with me, made love to me like you did like last
night we could have had a much sweeter life together, I wanted to love you.
Desperately wanted to love you."  
He reached behind Viktor to the bedside unit and picked up the pen knife
without him noticing.  He wrapped his other arm round the Russians neck and
tenderly kissed him.
"I'm so sorry Viktor, but shit parents or not, you are a sick bastard, and no,
you don't deserve a happy ending."  
Viktor looked at him, so scared that his fears were about to come true, he
pleaded with Yuuri, tears in his eyes, "No, baby, please don't leave me, Daddy
loves you.  You have to stay with Daddy." 
Yuuri stared into the the Russians face, a smile on his lips that didn't reach
his chocolate brown eyes. "Oh, Daddy, it's ok, baby isn't leaving Daddy, baby
would never leave his Daddy. Daddy is leaving baby."   Yuuri kissed him again,
passionately, Viktor clinging to him, tears flooding his face. 
Before he could change his mind, Yuuri slashed Viktor's throat as they kissed
and pushed the dying man back onto the bed. He watched with disinterest as
Viktor's blood spurted from the sliced artery, a glossy red fountain soaking
into the bed sheets, his eyes going glassy before all signs of life vanished
from the beautiful blue orbs. 
Yuuri dressed, packed his belongings, picked up his phone and walked out of the
door towards his meeting with Tony and his new life...
End Notes
     милый мальчик = darling boy
     моя любовь = my love
     возлюбленная = sweetheart
     красивая = beautiful
     такой веселый мальчик, папа любит своего ребенка = such an eager boy,
     daddy loves his baby
     драгоценный мальчик = precious boy
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