Every Time We Touch

Disclaimer – I do not own Fairy Tail

Author's Note: It's actually over! Enjoy the *treat* near the end.

Chapter 13

Six Months Later

It had been six months since the strange encounter in the woods. After much research on Makarov's part, he'd explained to both Natsu and Gray that their connection had triggered something in the lost spirits—Zeref and Mavis—wandering amongst the forest.

Makarov had said that due to their bond and necessity of being together, the souls of Zeref and Mavis were drawn out, allowing them to find one another, but at the cost of reliving their deaths. For Natsu and Gray, that explained the shrine covered in blood, and the fire that was immune to their magic.

However, Makarov could not find anything more about the bond Natsu and Gray now shared. Natsu still lost control over his magic, even if Gray was gone for a few minutes. It had increasingly gotten worse over time, but their feelings for one another had not. Those feelings had only gotten stronger.

That was when Gajeel approached them.

Natsu and Gray were sitting at a table in the guild when Gajeel approached them looking…embarrassed? What in the world could embarrass the iron dragon-slayer?

"Can we help you?" Gray asked when Gajeel just stood there shifting back and forth every now and then.

Gajeel cleared his throat. "I think I know why Salamander's not up to snuff."

That got Natsu's attention. "You do?"

The iron dragon-slayer nodded. "I'm…sorry I wasn't there to help you come into your magic," he mumbled. "But there's another way to get your magic under control without the ice bastard being glued to your side."

Gray ignored the insult since he was more interested in the solution. "And?" he urged.

Gajeel scratched the back of his head and blushed. "Um…you two haven't done it, so that's how I know."

Gray grew confused. "Gajeel, I know that made sense up here," he said, pointing at his head, "but we're still a little lost."

Gajeel huffed. "Do I really gotta spell it out for you?"

"Would you just fucking tell us already?!" Natsu snapped.

"Fine!" roared Gajeel. "You gotta have sex! Happy now?"

"Say what?" replied Natsu, his face reddening slightly.

"You gotta have sex," repeated Gajeel. "When dragons come into their full magic, other dragons are usually there to help them with the transition, right? Well, you didn't and your magic latched onto Gray's. That means you know what."

Natsu's face just got redder.

Gray, however, was still a little lost. "Would someone please just give it to me straight?"

"He…um," started Natsu, clearly embarrassed, "means that we're…mates."

"And if ya mate, things'll get back to normal…ish," added Gajeel.

It was Gray's turn to blush; however, he was thrilled by the idea. "All right. Thank you, Gajeel."

"No problem, ice bastard. Salamander."

The two mages watched Gajeel walk away. An awkward silence came between them.

"You know," said Gray, "we don't have to do anything until you're ready. I really don't mind being 'glued to your side.' I love you, Natsu."

The fire mage smiled and stared down at his hands, which were folded neatly in his lap. "I know, Gray. You've been nothing but patient with me. I love you, too."

When Gray and Natsu reached the ice mage's apartment, Gray sighed and wandered away from the door. "So what do you want to do tonight? We can chill on the couch. I know you enjoy that."

Natsu approached Gray slowly, wrapping his arms around his neck as he guided the ice mage's head closer to his. Their lips met and a heated kiss soon turned into one of passionate ecstasy.

"I want you to make love to me tonight," the dragon-slayer whispered in his ear as they pulled away. "I'm ready to give myself to you…completely."

Gray felt his mouth go dry, unable to form a coherent response to that request. "You're not just saying that because of what Gajeel said, right?"

"I'm not. I'm really ready."

"You're sure?"

"Well, don't you get nervous! Otherwise you're gonna make me nervous," replied Natsu, smacking Gray lightly on the arm.

The ice mage gently took his hand and led them back to the bedroom. He sat Natsu on the bed and then ventured into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a few items in his hands and placed them next to the bed.

"What's that stuff for?" Natsu asked curiously.

"It's for making the experience more pleasant," Gray growled, pushing his soon-to-be lover back against the mattress, his pink hair splaying in all directions as soon as his head hit the pillow. Apparently, the ice mage's confidence was back full force. "I'm going to ask you again. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"Yes, Gray. I do."

His heart warming to that answer, Gray leaned down, trailing soft kisses around Natsu's face and neck as he worked on unzipping the pinkette's shirt. When he succeeded, he pushed at the sides, exposing the dragon-slayer's toned torso. Placing his hands behind Natsu's lower back, he lifted him up and removed the shirt from his body before laying him back down.

Staring at his fiery lover, Gray removed his own shirt, tossing it to the floor carelessly as he brought his lips down to Natsu's chest. His mouth gravitated toward one of the pinkette's already taut nipples, lapping at it gently with his tongue before sucking and tugging on it.

Natsu cried out at the unexpected sensation, his hands clenching the sheets as Gray continued to tease him. When he felt like he couldn't handle anymore, the ice mage moved away. Mentally sighing in relief, the dragon-slayer was brought back to a state of delirium when Gray attacked his other nipple. If this part was making him squirm in pleasure, there was no telling what the rest of it would make him feel like.

Deeming Natsu ready for more, Gray pulled away from him again, admiring the flushed look on his face. Inwardly smirking, the ice mage undid his belt, doing away with his pants and boxers in one fell swoop. His erection stood proudly, which only made Natsu blush and avert his eyes. But Gray would have none of that.

The pinkette cried out when he felt a hand stroke his still clothed member. He thought he was hard before, but the stimulation he was receiving from such a subtle movement was driving him wild. Bucking into the rubbing hand, Natsu panted and tossed his head from side to side. Unsure if he could last from this treatment, his hand found Gray's, pushing it away so he could undo his pants.

"Does the dragon want more?" the ice mage teased.

"Yes, Gray! Just…I want you!"

He didn't have to hear that twice. Shoving the fire mage's shaking hands away, he quickly undid his pants. Slipping his fingers underneath the hem of both Natsu's pants and boxers, he pulled the both of them down at once.

With Natsu fully naked now, Gray took this time to stare at the one he loved so dearly. The pinkette seemed to glow beneath him, his body contrasting deliciously against the bed. He looked like an angel. His angel.

"Gray?" Natsu whispered unsurely, embarrassed by the close attention he was receiving toward his body.

"I'm just admiring the one who's stolen my heart," Gray replied, lowering his body over the pinkette's.

"Don't say such embarrassing things," he grumbled, looking away.

"I'm only stating the truth, Natsu," the ice mage stated softly, reaching over to the nightstand. He grabbed something and dropped it on the bed. "Are you ready?"

The dragon-slayer shyly looked up at him, nodding jerkily as he did so. Gray gave him a reassuring kiss before spreading Natsu's legs. He picked up the bottle he'd dropped and squeezed something into his hand, spreading the substance over his fingers.

"What're you doing?" Natsu asked innocently.

This took the ice mage by surprise. He knew Natsu was inexperienced—hell, he was, too—but he wasn't aware that the fire mage didn't even know the basics. "I'm going to prepare you," he replied. When the dragon-slayer still looked confused, he elaborated. "I'm going to use my fingers first to stretch you. It'll hurt more if I don't do this."

"It's gonna hurt? How much?"

"I honestly don't know, but I'm going to do the best I can to make it all pleasure. I promise," he said, kissing him again. He used this as a distraction to work in his first finger. Feeling the dragon-slayer tense up, he moved his other hand to Natsu's lower abdomen, gently stroking him there in a means to get him to relax. It worked.

When he felt the tension momentarily leave the fire mage's body, Gray moved his finger in and out until it moved with ease. Adding a second finger, Natsu froze again, but it didn't last as long as before. And when the ice mage started scissoring his fingers, the dragon-slayer started forcing himself down on them.

Gray had to restrain himself from taking the fire mage right then and there. He wasn't finished preparing him yet. Finally inserting his third finger, Natsu moaned, raising his hips in time with Gray's finger thrusts. Believing the dragon-slayer was ready, he removed his fingers, much to Natsu's dismay—if his whine at their loss was any indication.

Reaching for the bottle again, he poured more stuff into his hand and coated his throbbing erection. It almost felt as if he couldn't do it quickly enough. When he was fully coated, he spread Natsu's legs further and positioned himself before the dragon-slayer's perky entrance.

"Are you ready?"

"I-I think so," the fire mage replied nervously, drawing his legs up some to make it easier to spread his legs even further.

Gray took Natsu's hand in his. "If it hurts, just squeeze my hand, okay?"

"Okay."

Taking a deep breath, the ice mage pushed himself through the fire mage's tight opening, heat consuming his hardened member as he buried himself to the hilt. Natsu let out a short, surprised yelp at the pain, but Gray took matters into his own hands when he stilled and coaxed him into relaxing with kisses and sweet words.

When the pain gradually began to subside, Natsu wrapped his legs around Gray's waist; they almost seemed to lock in place there. Bucking his hips ever so slightly, the ice mage took that to mean he could continue. Pulling back out almost all the way, Gray thrust back in, hitting something that made Natsu see white.

"Ah!" the dragon-slayer cried out in pleasure. The ice mage froze, not sure what he had done. "Don't stop! Do it again!"

Gray did as he was commanded. He continued to move in and out of the fire mage, making him pant and moan in a way that drove him mad. How could his sweet lover make such seductive noises?

Natsu felt as if his insides were on fire. The burning sensation of both pleasure and pain were sending him over the edge. Gray was fucking perfect! He'd hit his most sensitive spot on the first try. How'd he get so lucky to have a lover like him?

"Uhn…mn, G-Gray," Natsu moaned, clawing at the bed.

If Natsu kept making those erotic sounds, he wasn't going to last. Gray placed his hand around Natsu's member and started pumping it to his thrusts. Thinking the fire mage vocal before didn't compare to how he was reacting right now.

"Oh, Gray! I'm gonna—" Natsu gave a short, silent scream as he came all over Gray's hand, collapsing against the bed in exhaustion as his lover continued to pound into him.

A few thrusts later, Gray came hard into the dragon-slayer beneath him, spilling his hot seed deep within him as he groaned in completion. His arms gave out and he fell ungracefully on top of Natsu, the mess between them quickly cooling. Their lips meeting once more. Gray kissed his lover for all he was worth before withdrawing from him.

Tiredly reaching for the towel he'd put on the nightstand, the ice mage cleaned them off and laid down on the bed, drawing the fire mage to him. Pushing Natsu's sweat-soaked locks out of his face, he kissed him tenderly on the lips.

"I love you," Gray whispered contentedly.

"I love you, too," replied Natsu, snuggling further into him. Life couldn't be any sweeter than this.

End