Natsu was about five minutes from having a mental break down in the middle of the guild. Gray had taken off his clothes long before the beer mugs were handed out, long before the games started, long before anyone suggested doing body shots. The fact that Gray never hesitated to put his body on full display made him the perfect candidate and every girl in the guild, and some guys too, was lined up ready to lick the salt from pale abs, make a show of swallowing the shot and bite at the lime in between Gray's teeth, most of them brushing it aside with their tongue and swapping spit with Gray.

Gray had been drunk before. Natsu had seen him drunk before. He'd just never been intoxicated enough to let everyone in the guild have a turn at slobbering on him. Most of them were drunk anyway and-

Natsu looked at the way Bickslow's tongue dragged out further from his mouth under the influence of alcohol and swept back and forth messily and wet over flawless white skin. Jesus. Did he think that was sexy?

Gray's laughter rang around the guild high and distorted, cutting off as he squirmed away from Bickslow's attention and knocking the shot glass on his chest over to the side, liquid dripping over his abdomen and making Natsu's mouth run dry.

There was a round of laughter as Bickslow pouted and Cana shoved him out of the way, readying the next shot. "Better luck next time, Bickslow!" she called after him, stopping, eyes widening when she realized who was next in line, "Hey, Freed! So is everyone in the Thunder Legion gonna be a little slutty tonight?" she asked, looking behind him and noting, gleefully, that Evergreen was right behind him and that Elfman was sitting next to Laxus at the bar.

A glass was heard shattering at the bar, Laxus' bloody fist the only thing in the center of tiny glass pieces on the counter.

Freed looked over at the bar, waited a beat before realizing Laxus wasn't going to speak up and put on a determined face, saying loudly, "Not everyone is brave enough, apparently." He leaned over the salt on Gray's midsection, breath ghosting over the skin before laving at it, letting his tongue drag slowly enough for his lower lip to drag over Gray. He was licking his way up slowly, not even following the trail of salt and biting at the skin under Gray's nipple when Gray groaned softly and both Natsu and Laxus sprung into action.

Laxus got the full attention of those in the guild by purposefully making him way over to Freed, yanking him by the hair away from Gray, making him cry out and earning himself shouts of outrage from the women, and crushing their mouths together forcefully, Freed melting against him, red and panting, swaying in his arms, groaning into his mouth, shutting up any and all protests the women had.

Natsu took advantage of the chaos and stunned atmosphere to shove a tipsy Evergreen out of the line and knocking her right into Elfman's arms, just as he'd turned around to see what all the fuss was about. Both blushed crimson and no one took notice of Natsu cutting to the front of the line in her place.

After a series of gushing and congratulatory outbursts, Cana finally poured the next shot, looking up and letting her jaw drop open at the sight of Natsu at the front of the line looking like he was ready to kill, before recovering and grinning lecherously. "You looking to put on a show, Natsuuuu?" she asked, words slurring at the end.

Natsu didn't let his eyes linger on her for very long, his gaze captured by pale, milky white skin, flimsy boxers, toned muscle, and dark midnight colored eyes, staring back at him in trepidation.

He smirked and let out four oh-so-familiar words that made any sober, and some tipsy, guild members tense in dread. "I'm all fired up."

Cana was leaning forward to sprinkle the salt on to Gray's skin when Natsu shot out a hand to stop her. He shook his head, and at her confused expression he grinned wolfishly, stating, "I'm a more hands-on kind of guy."

Those around the table laughed uproariously. Natsu was definitely known for using his fists but none of them knew whether or not that kind of 'hands-on' experience would make any difference under these circumstances.

Gray's eyes went thin and narrow in disbelief and suspicion. There was no way Natsu would do this. There was no way he'd want to. Not to Gray. As Natsu sprinkled salt, not just on one portion of his abdomen, but on the vast majority of exposed skin, Gray's eyes widened in doubt, shock, and they held an eager light that he never would have allowed himself to reveal sober.

Natsu picked a new lime out of the transparent plastic bowl beside Gray and pressed it softly against Gray's bottom lip before trailing his tongue over his own lip and commanding him to, "Open wide, Ice Princess," in a low, sinful tone that made Gray follow orders immediately before his alcohol-muddled brain caught up with his actions and he bit the lemon with one side of his teeth in order to mumble out, "Hit me with your best shot, ash-for-brains."

Everyone so far had played with Gray as they stood on the side of the table. Natsu, as always, did not follow after anyone's lead and lived by his own rules, disregarding the precedent set before him.

He leapt onto the table, legs on either side of Gray's, arms held out in front of him, both hands on Gray's hips, thumbs raking over Gray's hipbones, dipping under the fabric of his boxers just to watch it snap back when his thumbs trailed up and in circles over the skin.

Gray was squirming already, cheeks tinged a light pink at the way Natsu, Natsu, his rival and best friend, was looking at him. Natsu bit his lower lip to hold himself back from just taking Gray into the infirmary, locking everyone else out and taking him.

He was pleased to note that Gray was already fidgeting beneath him, but if he moved too much, Natsu would be shoved to the back of the line with a 'good luck next time, Natsu!' from Cana and uncomfortably tight pants.

Natsu lay both hands flat against the surface of the table on either side of Gray and loomed over him, leaning in so his breath ghosted over Gray's lips and made him shiver as he whispered, "We're going to play a little game. I'm going to try my hardest to get you to knock over the shot glass before I can drink it. You're going to try your hardest to keep it standing for as long as possible. If you knock it over, I win. If you don't, you win. Want to play?"

He was lined up, body over Gray, just enough space to account for the shot glass without displacing it, nose a centimeter from Gray's, eyes looking into his expectantly, pupils blown wide. Gray was not sober, but suddenly the alcohol had the effect of making him hyper aware of every one of his senses, every centimeter Natsu moved over him. He stared into light green eyes, growing darker, almost feline with every passing second. He nodded.

Natsu smiled, but it looked so possessive, so hungry, predatory that those nearby stared in rapt attention.

Natsu slid down Gray's body, his face level with Gray's crotch, breath ghosting over the fabric lightly, letting out a soft breath of air and watching the flesh beneath twitch under the fabric. Gray's breath hitched, but he held himself steady, muscles rigid beneath the shot glass that spilled two drops of tequila over the rim.

Natsu's predatory smile grew wider, his thumbs hooking under the edge of those boxers, pulling them down an inch, a small trail of pubic hair peeking out from beneath, and then let it snap back again, enjoying the flush that trailed down Gray's neck. He smirked at Gray, who glared even though his pupils expanded to make dark irises half their original size.

In one swift movement, Natsu's head came down and his lips met light, alabaster skin, soft and strong and cold and so Gray that Natsu nearly forgot his objective. He let his tongue peek out slowly, tentatively, looked up into dark midnight eyes and let all of his tongue stretch out over the lowest part of Gray's abs, near the thin happy trail, before licking a quick, hot stripe up one shaky hipbone, only to bite at the flesh at the end on Gray's side softly, earning him a strangled groan, and then licking his way back down, repeating the process on the other side.

Gray could feel the wetness left behind at every point that Natsu's tongue touched on his flesh, could sense the burning heat that was making him sweat and pant, so hot that he almost needed to shove it away, but made him hold on like a masochist because it felt so damn good.

Natsu saw a thin trail of liquid leaking from the corner of Gray's mouth, not sure if he'd prefer it to be sour from Gray biting the lime too hard in his need to hold still, or strong and bitter from the whiskey he'd drunk earlier meaning that Gray was drooling. Either way, it shot straight to Natsu's groin and he felt an all-encompassing need to find out.

He shot up, just enough space to keep the shot glass from being disturbed, and nipped at Gray's jaw, tongue trailing softly up the side of his cheek to the corner of his lips for only an instant before tearing away when Natsu practically purred, "Tastes like lime and whiskey." he licked his lips, "Good."

Gray's eyes widened and his blush darkened in embarrassment and then Natsu was back down, tongue plunged into Gray's bellybutton, twisting in absolutely magical ways that had Gray's muscles trembling with the strain of his efforts.

Natsu's tongue licked straight up the center of his abs at the speed of a fucking snail because he was a bastard that wanted to draw this out and destroy Gray's sense of restraint, and veered off course to suck in a hardened nub between pretty pink lips, tongue flicking over it making Gray's hips twitch up against his will and two more drops of tequila spill over. Fuck. Then Natsu bit down and Gray raised a hand to bite down on and keep the sounds threatening to spill over from escaping his mouth. It was a point in Natsu's favor, a show of how badly he was affecting Gray, but Gray had to do it or admit defeat.

He wanted to win, wanted to lord it over Natsu and drag him into the guild storage space and take him as a reward, but a part of him already knew he was going to lose. This wasn't an even match. Natsu could go on teasing him forever and Gray couldn't hold out that long. Unless…

Gray smiled through his drunken haze, and even with the thin lemon wedge caught vertically between his teeth, it came out much brighter than his usual tiny smiles without a slight level of intoxication. His smile came out bright and dazzling and Natsu's grip on his hips grew tighter in anticipation of Gray's counterattack because everything between them was always on even ground when-

"Mmmmm, Nna-, Natsu."

Natsu's brain ceased all function and his head rose up to Gray's neck, chest pressed right up against the rim of the glass keeping it locked between them, teeth grazing the pale column before latching onto it roughly. Gray's hips twitched violently upward, but the shot glass remained pressed between them. Natsu pulled back up slowly, careful not to knock it over and lose and took off his vest, slowly, teasingly, one arm then the other while keeping direct eye contact with Gray. Neither of them looking away or noticing the stunned gazes of everyone else in the room who were wondering if they were going to just fuck on the table. Sure, they teased Gray for being an exhibitionist due to his little habit, but no one actually meant it. Not seriously.

Gray had seen Natsu's torso before, Natsu being only slightly more reserved than he was, but sweat dripping down that toned chest in slow trails rather than the fast way it did in battle made him outright drool. He wanted him and he wanted him now.

Natsu saw something shift in Gray's eyes, irises not even visible anymore, pupils dilated far more than they had been earlier, a clarity in the haze of booze that egged them on originally and he didn't know who moved first, but suddenly the lime slipped from icy cold lips, tongues wrapped around one another, teeth clashed every now and then, warm lips collided with cold ones, Gray's arms slipped over Natsu's shoulders, hands yanking at pink locks roughly, Natsu's hands slid under Gray's thighs quickly, one fast movement and lifted him, bodies pressed together, shot glass toppled over on the floor, forgotten and broken as Natsu stood, Gray's legs draped over his hips, jumped down from the table and rammed Gray into the wall.

Their mouths never ceased the new game, both fighting for dominance, when Gray reached over for the door handle beside them. Natsu noticed the absence of a hand in his hair and opened his eyes slightly to follow the direction of Gray's arm. The bathroom door. Yes. Right. There were people watching them. There were people looking at Gray like this, panting and groaning and looking so damn fuckable. A growl tore out of his vocal chords and Gray froze, pulling back with a questioning glance. Natsu was glaring at the gobsmacked audience dazedly watching them, red faces and parted lips.

"Restroom," Gray whispered, biting at his earlobe. Natsu melted, nodding, grip tight under Gray's thighs. Gray finally got the door open and Natsu slammed it shut behind him with his foot.

Time for the real game to begin.