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The club lights flicker on and off, scattering light dizzyingly across the dance floor. Natsu glides through the mass of people on it. He rolls his hips to the beat, bobbing his head while counting the strokes of light to keep himself from getting carried away. He slides up to throngs of people, grinding against them as he leans in to taste the lust in the air. He lingers long enough to sate himself, slipping away once they get too frantic under his influence.
He hits a few groups until the pangs of hunger fade from his mind, and then a few more because why not. Once he’s gotten more than his fill he stumbles out the club doors, licking over his fangs with satisfaction, "Hmm, not a bad hunting spot." He takes a few steps towards a dark alleyway, shifting his feet a little to prepare for takeoff when he spots a guy. The fog of lust radiating off him thick enough to draw his attention, even with his belly full.
He smirks, his gait going from lazy to predatory with one step. He gets to the edge of the alleyway, stopping short when he sees the glazed film over the man’s eyes, aggressive pink flush taking over his entire face and the laxness of his body. He stiffens, looking down until a head of hair comes into view, a white wisp flowing down to the figure, signaling the man’s orgasm. There’s a loud moan and the cloud of lust fades. The figure on their knees rises, whispering something to the man as he slides down the wall to rest on the ground.
The figure turns around, shooting a smug smile at Natsu as they swipe their thumb on the corner of their mouth, catching the gleaming white liquid leaking out the corner of it to suck back onto their tongue. Natsu freezes, the hunting ground of an unknown succubus is not where he wants to be on any given day but especially not on one when he’s chosen to overindulge.
He inches back, still unable to see the succubus’s face as he crouches, prepared to make a hasty exit when, “Yikes flame brain, who shoved a stick up your ass?” Gray purrs, body loose with the energy of a good orgasm as he approaches Natsu. His skin shimmers with magic, his disguise fading as he gets closer to Natsu, “From what I can smell you should be feeling pretty good right now.”
The sly comment comes with a raised eyebrow, the gesture enough to make Natsu snap, “Fuck off,” He pauses, his pleasure logged body struggling to adapt to the sharp spike of adrenaline. “What are you even doing in this area anyway, your usual spot running dry?” he scoffs, the tension leaving his body. It’s not like he has any room to talk, this club is way too close to the Magnolia for either of them to frequently stop by, no matter the electric lust radiating out of the doors.
Gray smirks, digging in his pocket to pull out a cigarette, “What’s with the interrogation? Im a full grown succubus I can take care of myself.” He sticks it between his teeth, leaning forward slightly, flicking the butt at Natsu with a wink. His heart shaped pupils blow wide as Natsu cups his jaw, his calloused hand rough as he tugs Gray’s chin forward. Sound fades from the alley all at once, the flicker of Natsu’s flame claiming dominion over the space.
He touches his lit pinky to the butt of the cigarette, lighting it with ease as he holds Gray still. “You being grown doesn't mean shit and you know it.” His eyes track across Gray’s leather clad chest, the low cut neckline exaggerating his cleavage as he tries to contain his panting. “You aren’t just anything.” He grunts, his eyes snapping back to Gray’s to give him a stern look.
He barely reacts to Gray snapping playfully at his hand, twisting gracefully out of his grip. “Whatever flame brain.” The words flow like honey off his tongue, contradicting the sudden appearance of his wings when he's a decent distant away. “You’re in the same boat, so I don’t know why you’re lecturing me.” Natsu bites his tongue, choosing to focus on the white feathers drifting to the ground instead of the bitterness slowly overtaking the pleasure in Gray’s scent.
He lets his own wings ripple free, rolling his eyes when the tatters of his shirt fall to the ground. “I’m not lecturing you ju— nevermind.” He cuts himself off, too full to rehash the argument again, shredding the remains of his shirt to redirect his energy. The shuffle of Gray’s feet echoes through the alley as he prepares to take flight, clearly done with the conversation. Natsu twitches with annoyance, taking a deep breath then stilling with a wince.
He quickly tugs off his scarf, tossing it at Gray’s face before he can get airborn. He rushes his reason out before Gray can stop sputtering and toss it back, “The scent your giving off is a beacon for anything within a twenty mile radius.” He ignores Gray’s huffy snarl, “Don’t give me that shit, just wear the damn thing!” He snaps, exhasted with Gray’s bratty behaviour, keeping his face stern even as Gray’s scent blooms with lust.
“Shit, fine. If it’s that important to you.”
“Shut the fuck up and put it on.”
He turns away from Gray, gently flapping his wings to hover over the ground for a moment, “And if someone still tries something just send ‘em my way.” With those words he takes off into the night sky, not sticking around to hear Gray’s response. But in his haste to escape he misses the slight flutter of Gray’s wings as he gently loops the scarf around his neck, the tassels falling evenly across his shoulders. A moment passes before he shoves his pink face in it, inhaling deeply with a pleased shudder.