If it's no trouble could you write one night stand prompt 17 for Fraxus? Preferably with Freed as the criminal if that's okay. ^-^ Love your fanfics!
I thought it would be interesting to write this from Freed’s POV! So, here we go. Sorry for the long wait!
Baby, tell me where you wanna run, run. ‘Cause I’ve been burning like the morning sun. Take my hand, you can burn this city with me.
;A Change Of Plans
To call this a one night stand would be a grave miscalculation on Freed’s part. It was never a one night stand with Laxus. It was a two night stand. A three night stand. A weekend in a hotel. A week holed up in the bar – which was, coincidentally, the location of their recent rendezvous. But never, in the two years of meeting one another, had this been a one time thing.
It was strange, almost magnetic, that Freed couldn’t seem to let go. This relationship, their nights of intimacy, had been a means to an end. He needed money. That’s all. Bickslow and Evergreen were counting on him. He would seduce Laxus, get what he needed, then leave. The Dreyar’s had enough to go around. Fairy Tail made enough profit to feed a starving village for years and still pay its employees a fat wad of cash at the end of each month.
But things weren’t going to plan.
Fastening the buttons of his duffle coat, Freed shivered against the morning chill. Across the room, Laxus hopped into the leg of his pants and propped himself up against the bar, where he began to fidget with the dust that had gathered there over the weekend. Two nights he’d been closed. The employees hadn’t questioned the sudden vacation, but it was enough to rouse the suspicion of his regulars. It hadn’t seemed to matter, though. Not when the two of them were tangled in each others arms, erasing the world they lived in.
Freed’s mind reached back to the night before. Laxus was a passionate lover. The shape of his calloused hands left impressions on Freed’s skin wherever they touched. Every inch of flesh had been covered by those hands. Freed shivered again, but not because of the cold. Visions of Laxus above him, sweat dripping from his temples, gaze filled with sparks of lightning, sent his mind reeling into enticing thoughts. He could still taste Laxus’ lips on his own.
What started as a physical relationship had become something deeper. When they kissed, when Laxus gazed into his eyes, there was something amiss in Freed’s soul. Something different. He sympathised with Laxus. Sympathised with his loneliness. He’d shut everyone out. Freed was all he had. Maybe it didn’t have to be like that. Maybe he and Laxus could…
Freeing his hair from the back of his coat, Freed winced at the sting of pain accompanying the motion. Laxus had bitten him again. Hard. It was always that way with him – there was a hunger, a hatred, that festered inside the man. A need to be strong. He was cruel and cold on the outside. Had been since his grandfather passed away. It showed in their love making, if Freed was able to call it that. What used to be gentle, perhaps even cautious, had become savage and beast-like. Laxus was a dominant man. The evidence was in Freed’s limbs, which ached from their long night on the bar…and the tables…and the floor.
Taking a bottle from a shelf behind the bar, Laxus popped the lid and started downing the remainder of its contents. Freed reached across the bar to snatch the bottle away.
‘Drinking yourself to death won’t bring your grandfather back,’ Freed scolded.
Laxus winced at the admonition. It was the truth. And the truth hurt. ‘And holin’ myself up in here will?’
‘No,’ Freed admitted. ‘But you feel better, don’t you?’
‘So, are you ever going to tell me your name?’ Laxus asked.
Freed’s cheeks flushed. ‘Isn’t it better this way? There’s a layer of mystery.’
‘Hardly,’ Laxus scoffed. ‘You know mine. I should know yours.’
Hitting the button on a television set up on the edge of the bar, Laxus circled around and eased himself up onto a nearby stool. Laxus wasn’t very good at small talk. Conversations scarcely ever turned serious. Freed took this time to search for the remainder of his clothes. More specifically, his pants. Spotting them under a table, Freed bent to retrieve them from the floor.
Wanted for questioning: The Raijinshuu, a group of two men and one female. The leader, a man with long green hair, was recently spotted heading out of–
Freed’s fingers locked suddenly around the waist of his pants. Laxus was standing behind him, the remote still clenched in one hand. His shadow wavered in the morning sunlight that spilled in through the high-raised windows.
‘I can explain…’ Freed began.
‘I’m not here to judge.’
Freed’s heart skipped a beat. He straightened to confront the man standing behind him. His eyes were free of judgement.
‘What?’ It was all Freed could think to say.
‘I don’t think you’d be goin’ around causing trouble if you didn’t need to,’ Laxus said.
Freed was at a loss for words.
‘You don’t say much,’ he went on, ‘And you’re always buried in a book of some kind, but, it ain’t hard to tell you’re in trouble. You’re protecting your family, aren’t you? I’d do the same.’
A wash of relief spread throughout Freed’s body. Tears came unbidden to his eyes. For a moment, everything but Laxus blurred out of sight. He’d never seen anything quite as gentle as the sincerity in the other man’s eyes.
‘Bring ‘em here,’ he said, catching Freed off guard.
Freed’s arms went limp at his sides.
‘Bring ‘em here – to Fairy Tail.’