A/N: ...wow. It's been quite some time since I've updated. I went to work on this fic and I realized I'd already finished this chapter! I revised it up a bit, and now here it is! Enjoy~! A but of Gajeel's past with his dad in this one.

Chapter 15

Gajeel lay on the mattress in his room, gazing at the ceiling. It was Friday; Gildarts only had him work Monday through Thursday, so he had the next three days off. His first week of work was done already. The next few days after his first day, of course, were a bit slow.

He'd start working on Fridays eventually, for sure, but it was Laxus who told him not to in the first place. Why did he always do this? Gajeel wasn't a child or anything. Then again, Gajeel ha absolutely no idea what he was doing. He didn't even graduate high school; he was too unmotivated. Gajeel remembered all those times he'd sat through all those classes and never got anything out of them no matter what. He remembered his dad pressuring him to just go to school-and yelling at him about it whenever he was drunk, the alcoholic. Somehow, he just couldn't keep going.

Gajeel used to be the tough guy, throughout kindergarten to the middle of freshman year. Everyone, of course, was hit with the same, sudden amount of pressure highschool gave them, but growing up the way he did, Gajeel wasn't able to handle it. He discovered he'd had depression since before he was a Freshman, and left in the middle of junior year. Gajeel dropped out completely.

He hid it well, however; he was a delinquent for so long, Gajeel was able to pin the blame on his delinquency. He got into fist fights and pulled harsh pranks from leaving a fake rat under the teacher's desk to spray painting graffiti on the windows.

His father was, as said, an alcoholic. And when he was drunk, he was angry. When he was angry, he'd take it out on Gajeel, half the time completely unaware. He genuinely didn't mean to treat Gajeel the way he did. His name is Metalicana. Long name; everyone he knew informally called him "Meta" or "Metal," his least favorite but the most popular being "Metal head." In both instances, in fact, he was. While he was a connoisseur for classic rock and metal bands, owning t-shirts and original records, he was also a collector of hand-crafted weaponry like large swords, detailed daggers, but no guns.

Gajeel grew fond of weapons and rock music, which led to Metalicana putting away money to buy his son a guitar. They would sing together while Gajeel played. They sounded awful.

However, with his drinking, Metalicana and Gajeel's relationship grew distant. It sucked for Gajeel, he still looked up to his father before he'd moved away. His father got really aggressive, especially when he started doing drugs. He'd lock himself away and smoke a few joints, and he'd be in there so long he'd forget to feed Gajeel.

"Where 're ya' goin'?" asked the fourteen year old Gajeel, slouching on the couch as he watched his father head out.

"Hmm? Oh, uh," His father responded, realizing that his son was, in fact, still here, "Ah, don't worry about it, I'll be home around six…Gaj?"

"Huh? What?"

"You been takin' yer' meds?"

"...uh huh?"

"A-ah, good," Metalicana said before slowly closing the front door, "See you in a bit."

"Mmm."

That wasn't a lie, the medication. However Gajeel found himself taking a bit more than he was prescribed. He'd run out too early, and he'd come home the rest of the day feeling awful. Since he took more than one at a time, he felt nauseous.

And yet he kept doing it.

Gajeel looked at his shaking hands, wondering why he'd been doing this to himself; was he suicidal? Was this pleasure to him? Did he REALLY want to die? Gajeel wasn't sure, but he didn't stop. He'd find himself vomiting up whatever he'd eaten, or he'd feel like something was stuck in his throat and he'd force it out of there with his fingers. Metalicana noticed this, but he was too drunk to do much about it.

The house was a complete mess, with clutter just everywhere. They had the occasional mouse and it was incredibly dusty. The couch had holes and there were clothes scattered on the floor. There was a corner of empty beer bottles, where Metalicana would place them after he returned home from work.

"Work" being getting paid to mow lawns, or other general cheap community service. Metalicana work for a day, go to the bank and return home around five if he didn't stop to drink. When he doesn't find a job, he stays home waiting for Gajeel to return from school. Then, sometimes and usually without Gajeel being aware, he'd step out for a long time for drinks and maybe weed. Gajeel took the time to gather clothes off the floor and sweep up while he waited for his father to come back for dinner.

He came home around three in the morning the next day, stumbling in the door and clutching his arm as he writhed in pain. His face had bruises and he was growling loudly. Gajeel ran to his father's aid, only to be pushed away forcefully.

"You don't fucking touch me, ya' hear?"

"Sorry," Gajeel slowly stood back up, backing away and putting his hands up slightly, "Yo...old man, what's up-?"

"Shut the hell up!" He yelled pointing a glass shard at the boy, making him jump up. He realized he was cornered. Gajeel held his breath until Metalicana realized what he was doing and sent him back to bed. The steps creaked loudly as Gajeel slowly returned upstairs to his small room, keeping his eyes on the older man, who angrily threw the glass against the wall, shattering it.

Sometimes Gajeel would get hit, sometimes not, but he felt like it was worse when he'd just anticipated it, even though it doesn't happen. He'd felt his fears creeping up on him; hatred, abandonment. He returned upstairs to his bedroom not knowing what to do to help his father.

"Hey-what are you doing with my clothes?"

"Gaj…" Metalicana sighed as he sat up from the bag, walking towards him. He hugged Gajeel tight, the smell of alcohol still present, but he was sober.

"I can' do this anymore, kid,"

"I ain't a kid, old man, so what the hell 're ya' doing with my clothes?"

He sighed again. After years, Metalicana decided to have Gajeel move out. While Gajeel had been working very hard to cater to his father and deal with his issues, Metalicana couldn't watch him face hell for it. Gajeel was of age, and he decided it would be okay to finally have him move out. He told this to him, which ended up upsetting him.

"For what!?" Gajeel yelled, "I ain't got a place to go!"

"You do...I found a place for you."

"Fuck that! Man, I still- I need- I can't take care of myself yet!"

"Yes, you can."

"Since when!?"

"Gaj," Metalicana knelt down, pulling Gajeel with him, "You've been...I may have raised you, but dammit, you've been taking care of me for years. You've been putting up with my shit for too long."

"...So what…?"

"Listen, I've got you a place, okay? Roommate and all, and it's really nice; out of the city, around this market block just a few minutes away, you ain't even gotta take an hour to get there," he sat upright, still holding Gajeel's arms, "There's an open bedroom for you, and the guy knows you're coming, alright? ...I swear it'll be better for the both of us...okay?"

"..."

Metalicana slouched back again to meet Gajeel's forehead. He's still young, he knew, but what else could he do for him? "You'll be fine, a'ight?" He wrapped his arms around him. Gajeel rested his head on his father's shoulder. He let his own hair fall in front of his face.

"I...need a job," Gajeel muttered.

"There's some open spots, plenty of 'em."

"You seen 'em?"

"That's where I went the other day."

"...You said you went to a bar."

"'I said' dun' mean that 'I mean', Gaj," Metalicana moved to look his son in the eye, "I'll send you out this weekend, give you the money you need to get there, and I'll get your prescription refilled; after that it's up to you. You can handle that?"

Gajeel nodded before he was hugged again.

He sat up from the bed and reached under the mattress for the empty pill bottle. Gajeel had to tell him eventually. He wanted to grow the fuck up and do shit for himself. Especially now that he was working, too. Gajeel stepped out of the room to see Bixlow in the kitchen.

"Hmm?" Bixlow said with a ham sandwich in his mouth, "You ain't workin' today, huh?"

"...no…" Gajeel responded, "I...I take it that you always do this?"

"Hmm," Bixlow nodded, "The lady went out to visit her sister," He stopped to swallow, "...while she was doing photoshoots-she's outta state."

"Okay…" Gajeel said, sitting on the couch awkwardly.

"What'chu up to, baby?"

"Don't you call your girlfriend baby?"

"...Oh, I mean, yeah, but, I guess that's just a thing."

"Ah, well then, nothin'."

"Mmm," Bixlow took another large bite out of the sandwich. He motioned back to the fridge, offering to make him food, but Gajeel hesitantly declined. Regardless, Bixlow prepared a sandwich for him. Gajeel accepted it. They spent an hour sitting on the couch and watching TV, waiting for Laxus to return.

"Do I seem in the way?"

"What?" Bixlow was shocked to hear Gajeel ask such a question, "What do ya' mean, kid?"

"I mean...I mean that Laxus-this whole time he's been just-he's been spending stuff on me! Like, he buys my clothes and pays my meds and shit! Like...I appreciate it n' all, but...I feel like...I feel like I'm asking for too much."

"He's your sugar daddy."

Gajeel gripped onto the throw pillow beside him, wanting to throw it at him. Bixlow laughed aloud.

"Nah, Laxus doesn't care," Bixlow said, "Hell no, beside, he loves ya! You gotta quit worryin'," he playfully punched the other's arm. Gajeel sighed.

"I know, I know, I get it, he told me, but…"

"Look, if you wanna do stuff for yourself, then you do it, but...you already know that Laxus can help you if you can't help yourself, right?"

"I guess."

"Mmm," Bixlow finished off his sandwich, "You don't use him, which is good, it's great. But I don't wanna hafta' see you hurt again. It's not like ya', baby."

Gajeel tilted his head. They were silent again. After making himself another sandwich, Bixlow left, leaving Gajeel to wait for Laxus by himself. He clutched onto the empty pill bottle, still contemplating on what he should do with it. He stuffed it back under the mattress and chose to wait this one out.

Laxus came home a few hours later to Gajeel grabbing a drink in the kitchen, "Oi," he greeted, "Don't you drink all the beer."

"Mnn," Gajeel grumbled walking over towards Laxus. Part of Gajeel's shirt was stuffed into his pants and his hair looked really tangled.

"You're a mess," Laxus said, fixing the other's shirt, "You should've seen it, Juvs just cursed Natsu out today."

"Wha…? Why?"

"Well for starters, he's a dumbass, it's not like anyone can blame her. But today-oh man-Cana stumbled into the kitchen and he spilt some grease on 'er leg. Man, Juvia was pretty fuckin' pissed."

Gajeel stared in awe, "That doesn't sound like raindrop," he muttered, "She see something with Cana?"

"I mean, I wouldn't doubt it," Laxus said, sighing and letting himself fall on the couch, "Cana's been a flirt to her specifically, and it's not like Juvia makes her stop, so, sure."

"Huh," Gajeel sat beside Laxus, propping his legs on the other's lap. Laxus leaned in to pull Gajeel atop his lap and kissed him as Gajeel wrapped his arms around him.

"I can tell you've been waitin' for me, ah?"

"Stuff it," Gajeel said through his teeth before kissing Laxus' neck.

"This is new," Laxus said as Gajeel's lips tickled at his neck, "You've never been the one to do this, Gajeel."

"Eh," Gajeel sat up, "Maybe I just wanna see how ya' taste."

"You're bein' a flirt now, or are ya' just that drunk?"

"Yes," Gajeel stood up, "I'm gonna shower."

"I might join you, then."

"You're gonna join me?"

"Sure," Laxus stood, "I mean, it's worth a shot for sure-unless you wanna keep it casual this time?"

"...Ah-nah, nah, keep going."

Laxus grinned as he followed Gajeel to the bathroom. He sat on the toilet with the lid still shut, and watched Gajeel as he removed his top, pushing hair from his face. "...you want that in the shower or now?"

"There's more room here, now."

Nodding, Gajeel nodded and sat on his knees between his legs. He unzipped Laxus' pants and rubbed his clothed cock until he felt it harden. Laxus was already holding onto Gajeel's hair, ready to push his own cock down his throat. Gajeel pulled out Laxus' cock and began kissing the tip, all the way down to his balls, until he was pulled back up to suck.

"You're in a hurry," Gajeel complained.

"Hell yeah," Laxus responded, "I want you to suck me off," he then whispered, "Hard and all the way down...and then I'm gonna fuck you so hard you ain't gonna feel your ass tomorrow, you hear me?"

Gajeel stared at him, and nodded, blushing. He knelt back down to place the tip in his mouth, licking it until he was pushed further down by Laxus. Gajeel gripped his hands on Laxus' thighs as he sucked deeper, as deep as Laxus pulled him. His hair was being pulled on and his head was bobbing up and down as he pleasured Laxus. When Laxus released him to breathe, Gajeel moaned, gasping.

"So damn rough…"

"I'm not done with you, Gajeel."

"Oh sure you're not," Gajeel said as he was pushed back down again, Laxus holding a tighter grip on his hair, "Easy on the hair."

"Just keep going."

Gajeel did. He was pushed all the way down and he swallowed, gagging before he was pulled back up again. He inhaled and was pushed back down. Laxus moved his head up and down over and over. Laxus groaned as he felt Gajeel's wet mouth all over his hardened member, finally holding him down still. He caressed Gajeel's cheek while he held him down, still thrusting in his mouth himself, before he released him. Gajeel coughed.

"You've gotta let me breathe more!"

"Pssh," Laxus pulled him into the shower, undressing himself and stepping in with him. He turned on the shower head and turned to kiss the other. Gajeel leaned against the wall, letting laxus pin his arms back as his neck was nipped at.

"Ah...ah…"

"I think you taste better, Gajeel…"

"Mmm…" Gajeel moaned as Laxus moved to his hardening nipples. He kissed and licked at them, playing with them with his fingers. Laxus moved back up to turn Gajeel around. Gajeel pressed his hands against the tiled wall as he felt his entrance being rubbed by Laxus' hard cock.

"Mm-ah-Laxus…"

"You want it, Gajeel?" Laxus asked, "Tell me you want it."

"I w- I want it," Gajeel hesitantly said. Laxus put the tip inside of Gajeel.

"Who do you want, Gajeel?"

"Ah- I-I want you, L-Laxus," Gajeel stuttered, shivering as the pleasure intensified when Laxus pushed inside of him. He began thrusting slowly, before picking up speed and moaning himself.

"Mnn, Gajeel…"

"La- Ah! Laxus-fuck!"

Gajeel turned his face to the side, and Laxus grinned at the sight of Gajeel moaning loudly as he was being fucked. He thrusted harder and deeper into Gajeel, making his yelps louder. He pounded against him, throwing his head back as he did. Their hot bodies were soaking in the even hotter water.

"Ah! A-agh! Mmm!" Gajeel loudly moaned. Laxus reached for the other's cock and stroked it as he thrusted. Gajeel was gasping for air as he yelled out.

"Laxus-I-I-fuck!"

"Shit-Gajeel-!"

They finished. Laxus and Gajeel stood still in the shower, letting the warm water fall onto their bodies, washing off Gajeel's cum. Gajeel could feel Laxus finish inside of him, making him tremble. Laxus pulled Gajeel upright and grabbed a soap bar. "I'm off tomorrow," He said as he lathered the soap onto the other, "You wanna do somethin'?"

"I ain't got plans…" Gajeel said, sleepily, "...why?"

"Neither do I."