I do not own Fairy Tail or Bakuretsu Hunters; I just merely look to them for inspiration and laughter...and the naughty thoughts...

Chapter 1 - The Accident

The man in the hooded cloak left the carriage and walks swiftly down the alley in an attempt to avoid the rain. It's only a light drizzle, but still bothersome. Coming to the metal door with the red symbol in above the knob, he enters. The information he received had better be legit, or else his master will be angry. Draylen shivers at the punishment he'll receive if this all turned south.

Upon entering, the building appears to have been abandoned for a while. The rooms are filled with trash and empty bottles with graffiti on the walls. But there was no odor of neglect or decay, as expected in such an environment. A simple glamour to dissuade others from taking interest in the building, he assumes. To the careful eye, one can make out marks with the same dark red paint in certain doorways. Following the path they create, Draylen found himself before a closed door, bearing the same mark as before, a deep red diamond with a tear shape opening in the middle.

Knocking once, he opens the door and steps into the next chamber. This room definitely stands apart from the rest of the building. Clear from any debris, wall sconces glow with soft flames, providing just enough light. Dark, plush carpet covers the floor, extending to the black leather chairs and glass table on the left side. However, in the middle of the room is the main attraction. A king-sized bed, covered in red satin sheets. Pillows and covers were strewn across its surface and onto the floor, evidence of the previous activities of the two atop the bed.

The man is on his back, hands folded behind his head, wearing only his pants, clasps open as though they were just pulled up to be decent. One knee is raised up, serving as a backrest for the second occupant of the bed. The woman sits before him, legs crossed, hands in finger-less leather gloves. One of those hands stroking along the grooves on the man's abdomen, occasionally dipping beneath the waistband of his pants. Small hisses of pleasure can be heard when she switches to scratching the surface. Each hiss causes her to breath in deeply at the rush of lust.

She is barefoot; knee-high leather boots sitting on the floor next to the bed, toes painted in a blood red color matching her fingers and lips. Baggy pants cover her legs, so loose around her waist that they would have fallen off if not for the suspenders that were attached. And those suspenders are all she has in way of a shirt. The straps are just wide enough to cover her nipples, leaving the remainder of her large breasts out in the open. Over her heart is her guild mark, same as the symbol on the door. Her blonde hair is stuffed into the hat on her head, a few curled tendrils left around her cheeks and her bangs covering the right side of her face . The Gatsby cap is also tilted to the right completing the look and leaving only her left eye visible as it coolly examined the newcomer.

Draylen takes a moment to regain use of his tongue. "Chocolate Misu of Garnet Tears, I presume?" He asks. At her nod, he continues, "I am Draylen of Orc's Knuckle." He reveals the guild mark on his right forearm. "You claim to have control a dragon slayer in the Fairy Tail guild. I've been sent to see if its true or not."

"Mr. Draylen, this is my mate. He is also my spy in Fairy Tail. They don't make a move without me knowing about it first. But that doesn't explain why you have requested this meeting. What does Orc's Knuckle want with Fairy Tail?" She asks. The dragon slayer on the bed raised a hand to begin stroking her stomach, up to just beneath her breasts. She visibly shivers as the feeling, turning her attention to her partner on the bed.

"Of course I will share that information with you, but I need proof of this 'control' before we proceed further," Draylen said, eyes hypnotized, following the dragon slayers fingers. "You say he's your mate? Then it should be no problem for you to show me the mark."

"The mark is only visible to other slayers," her silky voice responds. "Are you claiming to be one, Mr Draylen?" Her question ends in a gasp as strong fingers moved down into the front of her pants, causing her to uncross her legs and lean more heavily back on her dragon's leg.

"True, however the mark can also be seen by anybody that is present when the mark is created", the dark mage replies, licking his lips at the show before him.

"So, you've come all this way just for voyeurism? You're in luck. It just so happens I enjoy an audience. Have a seat. I plan on having this take a while. Feel free to...make yourself comfortable," she nods towards the seats to the side and then turns her attention to the man on the bed, moving to straddle one of his thighs. "Shall we give him a show, my dragon?" she purrs.

Placing hands on either side of him, she lowers her head to slowly lick his chest, red lipstick smearing along the way. The body beneath her begins to tremble in a growl, heart starting to pound. The sound alone is enough to start her squeezing her thighs together, while she smiles knowing she got such a reaction from him. She had been revved up for this for a while, knowing the dark mage was going to demand this from them. And her blood was starting to pump wildly through her system at the thought of finally getting to it.

She starts to breath heavily as she drug her tongue over his nipples, teeth scraping over the nubs. Deep groans pass through the mans lips as his fingers fist the sheets beneath them. She can't keep the excitement secret from the slayer and his nose. He inhales deeply, taking in the scent of her juices. Moving further down, she slides her tongue around his navel and then moves even lower. Nudging the fabric of his pants aside, she sucks his skin, her chin brushing against coarse hair.

Unable to handle it anymore, the dragon decides he's done with niceties and yanks her up to him and attacks her mouth. Her hands slide into his surprisingly soft hair, pulling him closer while their tongues battle for dominance. Teeth click against each other as their lips are brutalized. But neither partner seems to mind as they were filled with need. Hunger for each other was blocking out everything else, including the stranger panting over by the couch.

His hands move to her back, reaching down inside her pants to grab her hips. He begins rubbing her mound roughly against his leg, over and over. The sensation make her cry out, head flying back. He sits up, one arm going around the woman while the other keeps massaging her hips. He lowers his mouth to her shoulder, nipping and licking as he heads towards her neck and throbbing pulse point.

Groans and cries echo in the room as the woman continues to rub herself against his leg, moving faster and rougher. Unable to think of anything but the pleasure, she was reduced to simply mewling, begging for more. She can feel it building up inside, taking her higher and higher, where she has no control. A large hand moves to her breast, squeezing and pinching her nipple. Pushing her more towards the edge as she struggles to breathe around her cries.

Smelling her orgasm so near, he bites into her neck, careful not to draw blood. But the sensation is too much for the blonde and she violently explodes in his arms. Screams fall from her lips as she jerks uncontrollably. Not prepared for the movement, fangs accidentally pierce skin and his tongue tastes her ecstasy's blood by reflex. With this last step, the mating mark is complete.

A wave of lust smashes into him at the taste. Already painfully aroused, the dragon slayer fills with the need to rut with the mage in his arms. He lowers her to the bed, following after, one hand still at her chest, the other pulling off the loose pants. Still recovering from the rapture, she watches him sucking on her breasts and wants more. No needs more. Her hands reach for the pants that are sliding off his hips when she hears the clapping from the man in the corner. "Well that was certainly worth the trip."

Both slayer and blonde freeze as they recall the spectator in the corner. Draylen walks up to the pair, carnality in his eyes. Growling at the look his mate was receiving, the slayer yanks his newly acquired mate to his body, away from the oncoming male. The feeling of her softness against his tense muscles reminds him that she is now naked. He quickly reaches for one of the fallen sheets to cover her.

Remembering her role, the woman looks to her slayer. "Down boy" she says, softening the words with a deep kiss. Reluctantly he lets her go. She stands, letting the sheet fall as she steps up to the dark mage. She tilts her head to the side, showing him the mark. "Satisfied?" She asks.

"Very," he sighs, reaching out to stroke the spot. Warning growls sound from the dragon and she moves back away from the hand before it can make contact. "At another time, I would like to have a better look." he says, lewdly raking his eyes over her body. Knowing it will never happen, she simply disregards the comment while the dragon behind her seethes.

With a little cough to get himself back together, Draylen presents her an envelope from inside his cloak. "Very well. Inside you'll find the details of what we are looking for. You should be able to find it in the guild's extensive library. There are also instructions on how to contact us when its found. You will receive payment once we have the item in hand." Turning he walks to the door. With one last look over the blonde's body, he exits the room, shutting the door behind him.

The celestial mage turns to look at the dragon slayer, waiting for his signal. After a minute he nods, confirming that they were free from prying eyes and ears. She promptly walks up to the slayer and kicks him in the stomach.

"What the fuck, Gajeel! You actually bit me!" Lucy yelled as she grabs the sheet to cover herself. "Now I have a true mark and we're mates!"