This is my first story in this 'verse, and I haven't gotten very far, but this one was kinda begging to be written. Please note that the themes are extremely mature, and I don't own anything to do with Fairy Tail.

I have an alternate ending I'm toying with, that would continue on from the end of this. Please let me know if you'd like to read it!

I hope you enjoy!

Laxus frowned as he heard a crash coming from the main part of the guild hall. Are those idiots fighting again? He thought, irritated. Tossing down his pen, he pushed himself away from the desk and stood up, absently noting the popping coming from his spine. I've been sitting down too long.

He rounded the desk, and pulled the door to his office open, mood souring further as he clearly heard the brawl that was occurring downstairs. Scowling, he strode towards and down the stairs, surveying the damage his guild mates were doing to the hall. At least one pillar had been cracked, and several tables lay broken, unceremoniously tossed aside.

Natsu and Gray, he was not surprised to see, were in the thick of it all, Natsu screaming at his team member and tossing fire-filled punches towards the ice mage. The rest of the guild was in an uproar, and punches were being thrown by most. As he was looking for Erza, because she should have stopped this already, damn her, he was startled as Lucy came sailing through the air towards him, and crash-landed at his feet. Looking back up towards the fray, he saw Elfman's head pop up, eyes widening as he took in the celestial mage who he had accidently thrown across the hall.

That's it. Laxus thought, and let his magic built before lightning arced across the hall, shocking everyone in the brawl. His scowl lifted marginally as he watched his guild mates drop, twitching as the electricity coursed through their nervous system.

A soft moan caught his attention, and his eyes dropped to the blonde lying on the floor in front of him. He could smell her, he realised, the scent that was uniquely hers, but muskier. He blinked, eyebrows twitching upwards. Is she getting off on this? He thought incredulously, and had to stop his jaw from dropping as she looked up at him, eyes darkening and a blush delicately spreading across her cheeks. He took another breath in, and her honey glazed strawberry scent rose up to his nose. His jaw dropped slightly, and he watched as her thighs rubbed together, clearly attempting to ride out her own release.

He felt himself respond, pants tightening, mouth suddenly dry. It was a testament to his will that he managed to look away, briefly survey that the brawl had stopped, and turned to walk up the stairs a little faster than normal. I am not running away, he justified to himself as the door to his office slammed behind him.

Laxus took a deep breath to steady himself, hands braced against the desk. The memory of the celestial mage's arousal surfaced, and his hands tightened on the edge of his desk. But what a scent, he mused, a smirk tugging at his lips. He imagined what she would look like, bent over his desk, paper floating to the floor, screaming his name without thought of consequence from those listening below. It wasn't the first time he had imagined her in his office, although now that he had her scent, he was tempted to make it happen.

"Fuck." He groaned, as his head fell backwards. He stared at the ceiling for a moment, before his hand drifted downwards to adjust himself. His erection had already swelled, and gotten caught in his pants to the point of being annoyingly painful.

He groaned as his hand brushed over his erection, fingers closing around himself as he stroked himself through his pants. It had been a while since he had been able to give himself attention, what with the paperwork he had been snowed under by his gleeful grandfather, and his team invading his house under the pretence of making sure he was taking care of himself. He could do his own washing and cooking, damnit.

Glancing at the clock, he straightened up and sighed. The guild would be closing for the night soon, and he really wasn't in the mood for paperwork. Honey glazed strawberries, on the other hand… he grinned, and opened his office door again, listening to the sounds downstairs.

It was much quieter now, less people lingering downstairs. He could hear Mira chattering away, with occasional responses from Elfman. Slightly disappointed, he was ready to close the door when he heard Lucy chime in to the conversation. Attention now fully on the conversation below, he stalked towards the bannister so he could catch a glimpse of the three below.

"The guild hall will be closing soon, Lucy, did you want Elfman to walk you home?" Mira asked as she dried one of the few remaining wet mugs that sat on the bar. Lucy smiled, and shook her head.

"I'll be fine, Mira, what kind of mage would I be if I couldn't walk myself home?" She replied, grabbing one of the wet mugs to help her friend dry them.

"That's manly." Elfman rumbled in approval, grin evident in his voice. Laxus rolled his eyes, but watched as the other man kissed Mira on the cheek before heading out of the hall. Mira smiled at her friend, completely oblivious that they were being watched.

"You should get home too, you don't need to be helping me clean up. I should be done soon." She suggested, putting away some of the dried mugs. Laxus leaned forward, already calculating how he would get to the front doors before the blonde.

"I just need to visit the ladies first, do you mind?" Lucy asked, sliding off her barstool and tugging her skirt back into place.

"Of course not. You'll have to use the ones upstairs, though, Cana managed to get Bisca, Juvia and a few of the guys into a drinking contest, and they made a mess of the bathroom down here. When they get in tomorrow, they'll be cleaning it up." Mira replied, a hint of a smirk appearing. Lucy made a face, and nodded. Laxus grinned, and re-evaluated his plan to pull the blonde into his office.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Mira. Have a good night!" She said cheerfully, and turned towards the stairs. Laxus retreated into the shadows, ensuring he wouldn't be seen waiting for her.

"You too Lucy!" Mira called out, already reaching for the next mug.

Lucy climbed the stairs, a light blush settling across her face as she recalled what had happened last time she had gone anywhere near the stairs. She couldn't believe what had happened when Laxus had broken up the brawl, and how her body had reacted when the electricity had coursed through her. Her blush darkened as she imagined what it would be like to have him shock her as she rode him, or as he crushed her beneath him while he took her.

Laxus heard her take a shaky breath, and the scent of her arousal reached his nose. She rounded the top of the stairs, and his eyes drank in her flushed face. He watched her disappear down the corridor towards the bathrooms, and decided to give her few minutes before he made his move. He growled softly as he felt himself harden again, and imagined himself thrusting into her, and hearing her scream his name. She would scream his name tonight, he promised himself, and a feral grin settled across his face as he heard her coming back down the corridor.

Lucy gasped as she was pulled to the side, trapped between the wall and a hard body that pressed into her, a knee nudging between her legs. Hard lips crashed down on hers, and her eyes widened as he kissed her. His scent surrounded her, and she relaxed as she recognised the ozone and thunderstorm smell. Laxus, she thought, dazed. Her eyes drifted closed, and she began to kiss him back, hands creeping up his back to run through his hair. He growled when her lips parted, and her tongue darted out to trace one of his elongated canines.

She gasped as she felt his hand grasp her rump, pulling her closer to him. He let his magic bubble to the surface, and pushed a low voltage through his hands as he propped her up with one, and tweaked her nipple with the other. She moaned into his mouth, hips pushing forward and grinding into his thigh.

Laxus growled again, and pulled back, noting in satisfaction at the hazy look in her eyes, and the protest forming on her lips.

"My office." He said roughly, and pulled her from the wall. She followed him willingly, and as the door slammed behind them, he was on her, picking her up, and her legs automatically wrapped themselves around him. Their lips crashed together, tongues dancing for dominance. He dropped her on top of his desk, amused when she squeaked at the contact of the wood on her bottom.

He pushed her backwards, swinging her legs up onto the desk, barely noticing the papers that went flying with the movement. His hands pushed her skirt upwards, and he caught a glimpse of her already soaked blue panties before he ripped them away from her. He knew she deserved something gentler, but he couldn't hold himself back this time.

Her arousal scent hit him like a sledgehammer, now that she was bare to him, and he buried his face between her legs like a man possessed. His tongue darted out, and swiped upwards, lingering to play with the little bundle of nerves in her clit. She moaned loudly, and a hand fisted in his hair as she raised her hips to meet his mouth.

He continued licking and sucking, the tempo increasing with the blood rushing in his ears and the frantic sounds beginning to come from her mouth. He impaled her with his tongue, and allowed her to ride his face for a few beats, her grip in his hair tightening as she rolled her hips against his face.

He pulled back, and flicked her clit with his tongue, making sure to drive some electricity into her. He heard her head thump onto his desk as she screamed his name, knees tightening over his ears, and her juices gushed into his waiting mouth and down his chin.

Pulling her knees apart and discreetly wiping her juices from his chin, he stood up and pulled her towards the edge of the desk.

"I'm going to make you forget your own name, blondie." He growled as he flicked open his pants, and her brown eyes shot open to meet his.

"Make me scream, Laxus." She replied, voice low with desire. He grinned, flashing his elongated canines at her, and wriggled a finger inside her. She mewled as she felt his finger move, curling inside her. She lifted herself up onto her elbows, and pulled him down into a searing kiss.

She pulled away slightly, panting, as she felt a second finger join the first, stretching her. Pain flared briefly, but she found it dulled to pleasure as she rolled her hips and ground herself against his hand.

"Fuck you're hot like this," he panted, grey eyes watching her as she tossed her head back. Concentrating, he sent sparks of lightning through his fingers, and she screamed, walls convulsing around his fingers, eyes rolling back as she came undone a second time.

Laxus pulled his fingers out, curled his hands around her thighs, and impaled her with his cock. Her moan reverberated around the room, and he could feel her walls stretch to accommodate his size. She was so tight it was nearly painful, but he could feel her relaxing around him.

His hips pulled back, then snapped forwards, setting a punishing pace. Lucy mewled as he thrust into her, raising her head to watch him as he watched her.

"God, Laxus!" she cried. He growled, and lightning began to arc off him, connecting to her, the desk and the floor. The lights began to flicker as the voltage increased, and her eyes rolled backwards as she came for a third time, screaming his name. Her hands scrabbled against the wooden desk, desperate for something to grab onto as she rode her orgasm.

Laxus growled as he felt his balls tighten, and he knew he was close. He reached down, pressing his thumb to her clit, and lightning arced around the room again. Lucy keened as she came again, and Laxus roared as her rippling walls drove him over the edge, pulling her up towards him, and sinking his teeth into the junction between her shoulder and neck, tasting blood. He licked over the wound as he came, hips jerking forward erratically as he pumped his seed into her. The lights in the room shattered, and they fell into darkness.

Laxus groaned, and leant forward, resting his forehead on her still clothed bust. His shoulders heaved with exertion, and random little streaks of lightning arced off him.

Lucy opened her eyes, surprised to see the room so dark. She reached up and stroked his hair, trying to quell the trembling in her legs and basking in the best sex she'd had in a long time.

"Please tell me we're doing this again." She murmured, and was rewarded with a laugh that shook his shoulders.

"Sounds good, Blondie." He replied, voice muffled by her breasts. He lifted his head, and groaned as he pulled himself out of her, and collapsed in his chair. Lucy pushed herself upright, and started as she looked down at herself. They were both still fully clothed! Had they really just had mind blowing sex with just her panties gone, and his pants hanging around his knees? Her breath caught as she imagined what they would be like together without clothes. Laxus lifted his head in surprise to study her as he caught scent of her arousal again.

"Already looking for round 2?" He growled, and was rewarded by her eyes darkening, and a small hand coming up to brush against the mark he had given her.

"Let's try that without clothes, then." She replied, voice low. He barked out a laugh, a smile crossing his face.

"You surprised me, Blondie. Didn't think you had it in you." He admitted, dragging a hand through his hair. She grinned cheekily at him.

"Most people don't." She replied before sitting up with a wince.

"Sore?"

"Yeah, but nothing a nice hot bath can't fix." She sighed.

"I have a bathtub at my place." He offered cautiously, and was rewarded with a bright smile.

"Can we have round 2 as well?" She asked, and he chuckled.

"Sounds like a plan."

My alternate ending continues into the next day, so if you'd like to see the fallout, let me know.

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~le Freak